Two neem trees.
After many years, the neem tree finally bloomed with small pink-purple flowers of the stars, and the gusts of wind formed a purple whirlwind, which floated high into a thin cloud from east to west and from south to north, and the petals of the day rained over the neem tree that preached the joy of death in its chest, until the dead tree sprouted.
Taste is the key to memory. Walking in a strange area and a strange street, the wind carries the same smell as you and passes by me, tears will miss you uncontrollably, opening the floodgates of memories.
I quit my dream job, simply packed up and prepared to leave for Hongcun, where I would find a simple job, be an ordinary NPC, and take your relics with you.
I like a small yard very much, backed by mountains and water, and there are few people. Plant two neem trees in a sunny place, and water, weed, and fertilize regularly throughout the day. In this way, bud is drawn in spring, shaded in summer, flowered in autumn, and bears fruit in winter.
But suddenly one day a neem tree withered, maybe withered glory is not appropriate to describe a big tree, but I always felt that it was not dead, but partially corroded, so I called it withered.
I'm a very competent NPC, tourists love me, cats and dogs love me, and often snuggle up at my feet when I'm in the sun.
I don't believe in any myths, but I still insist on the sense of ritual that I should have, lighting incense, paying tribute, and bowing. Of course, these tributes are to my liking, after all, they are all eaten by me.
The moon is so bright tonight, it seems to be constantly approaching me, the beige light turns into a handful of white sand, sprinkled on the top of my head, I am very old, old enough to start talking nonsense, my eyes are not good, I often see my ** on the moss of all colors, blooming buds with their heads held high.
I have a black cat, it's just that I don't see it often. It's like an elf, nimbly shuttling across the rooftop, and at midnight it might nest at my feet, clumping into a fluffy black ball. When it's there, I always dream of you, I dream that the stars revolve around me, and I am getting younger and younger, and I am becoming a girl, and you are holding my hand and dancing, but I will still step on your feet, and the tears will not stop falling.
Lately you've been watching me more and more often, and even the bubble roses at my bedside know about it. When I die give the money to my neighbor, who is a very warm-hearted little girl, she will bury my ashes under that neem tree, and be with you. I thought I was at the end of my rope and had already taken care of everything, but when I opened my eyes the next day, the sun was shining on my wrinkles, and the whole room was warm with the sun, maybe not yet, but there was a fire in my chest, which was familiar.
Maybe you don't like me to be so negative, I made a new plan, spend all my savings, go to the north and south of the motherland, take pictures, explore, meet new friends, no matter what step of life maintenance in the end, maybe I will die peacefully on the lawn of **, maybe I will die suddenly on the snow-capped mountains of Daocheng Aden, maybe I will fall in the sea of roses in Yunnan, no matter where I am, I believe we will meet each other again, you hug me, I chatter and share my story with you.