After an hour's drive, I deliberately did not take the crowded avenue, but spared the road, took the ring road, and finally arrived at this coastal cemetery located by the sea.

Surrounded by mountains in the north and surrounded by the sea on three sides, the coastal cemetery here is also very distinctive, built on a group of mountains and facing the sea -

Perhaps, anyone who has read the Psalms will have this feeling: "Facing the sea, spring flowers blooming".

"From tomorrow, be a happy person,

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care for grain and vegetables,

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, I will correspond with every loved one,

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me,

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring—"

When she was young, she heard her mother read this poem countless times. Even if I close my eyes now, my mother's gentle tone still seems to be echoing in my ears.

All those who have read this poem do not know if they will feel sour in their hearts.

It is a pity that the poet committed suicide three months later, in this place facing the sea and seeing the spring flowers.

This is a poignant poem, which seems to be born too pure to stir up dust.

Therefore, it is beautiful and has an indissoluble bond with death.

Deliberately dressed in black, solemn color, more and more set off the bouquet of yellow and white daisies she was holding in her arms, delicate as the clouds in the sky, by the sea.

"Mom. ”

Step by step on the mountain, the tombs here are built on the high mountains, densely packed, the tombstones are white, and the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, and the blue sea here correspond to the warmest and extremely cold picture.

Mother's tombstone is in this mountain-wide tombstone. Walking to her tombstone and seeing the smiling and gentle photo in the black and white photo, her heart relaxed and her lips warmed.

A gust of wind blew and ruffled her long hair, as well as the little flower in her arms. Many petals, falling in clusters, constitute the only bright color in this solemn and silent environment.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I just came to see you now. ”

Now is not the time to sweep the grave, and the weather is too cold, and there are almost no people here in the cemetery.

Luo Qingxue rarely has the opportunity to come over. At first, he didn't dare to come, for fear of being discovered by the Long family.

And then - but it was fear.

She was afraid that if she had not avenged her great revenge, but when she came to see her, she would be angry and complained by her mother.

She didn't even dare to bring Leng Yunting over, knowing that what her mother wanted to see most might not be that she could succeed in revenge, but that she would be happy.

The tombstone looks a little dirty because no one has come to clean it for a long time, and the wind is blowing. She put the flowers under her mother's photo, squatted down, and carefully wiped the dirty tombstone with the palm of her hand.

However, when the palm of her hand accidentally touched the corner of her mother's photo, her eyes collided with the gentle gaze in the tombstone, and she couldn't help but cramp in her heart.

The corners of my eyes suddenly began to moisten. The flood of memories drowned out all her thoughts-