I passed away in the spring.

I died in spring.

My soul stayed in a lifeless body and did not disperse. Who should I see? I want to, but I don't know where to go at the moment.

To see my father? The man who created me but refused to raise me? Alas! Why did you think of him the first time? I'm a little annoyed, but I can't help thinking about it.

Father ... I only know that his life is so playful. He is like a playful child, constantly exploring the fun that this society can bring to people. Perhaps love was his earliest exploration. I think, in that backward era, he must not know what love is. He thinks that love is sex, at least for the most part. A thing that brings happiness to two people should be called love, right? So what can legally bring sexual enjoyment? Get married!

My father sent a letter of recommendation to my grandfather's door, pointing to my beautiful young mother. How ridiculous! Even if mother didn't agree, two people who had never met decided to get married.

A man who doesn't know what love is got married, and life didn't go as he thought. He is sloppy and she is clean; He smiled and smiled, and she was polite; He told dirty jokes, but she kept silent ... The man who had a hard time getting married was out of place with himself. He doesn't know what's wrong. He thinks his life should be like his parents, quarreling, working and having fun at first sight. He wants to further explore the meaning of life, break into the bustling city and find more fun in the noise.

Cheating, quarreling, working, playing, poverty ... His life surpassed his parents, and I became a victim of this absurd life exploration.

(2)

I died in spring.

My soul drifted out of my body slowly, but it didn't disperse.

I don't know what I was born for, and I'm not interested at all, because I know it's impossible to find the answer from my father's muddled life.

But before I die, I have been living for one purpose, and that is home.

I want to have a home of my own. So it took me ten years to get my own nest. But when I opened the decorated empty house with the key, I felt that all this was so meaningless. I'm depressed, and I feel so independent, as if I died this spring.

After that, I saved some money and started a wandering life.

My soul began to fly high into the sky. I saw every mountain I climbed, every river I crossed and every forest I crossed. I happened to pass through a garden, where the flowers seemed to feel my arrival and bloomed one after another.

My soul is a little dim, and the last life in my soul begins to disperse gradually in such a drift. My life seems to be slipping away.

The morning sun is getting stronger and stronger, and the branches of willows by the river are dark, and the appearance is propped up with lush branches and leaves, shielding the ugliness inside, but the river has already set off at a glance. They seem to be struggling to get up from the mud at the bottom of the river. Dark red koi fish wandered among the staggered roots, occasionally surfaced in the dark green water, devouring floating catkins.

I drifted gently to koi fish.

It suddenly rolled its dark red body, like a pool of blood boiling in the water, and then disappeared into the deep water.

I don't know why it reacted so strongly to my arrival, but the river soon returned to calm, and only a slight wind kept wrinkling. I waited by the river for a long time until I felt like I was one with the willow tree. Roots stuck in the bottom of the river, wrapped in mud, wrapped in koi fish. Maybe it felt the last life I was losing. My life seems frightening.

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(3)

I died in spring, which is the season when everything comes back to life.

My soul is dim and about to become transparent.

I think I should meet her, a woman who loves me.

She loves me, I know, I love her, and she knows.

I was a slow fever person before my death, and so was she.

It's lucky that two slow-moving people meet together, because they both have deep feelings. But this may also be an unfortunate thing, because people who heat slowly are always willing to throw things into the long river of time. They believe that time will bring them the best, but this is unreasonable. Feelings are the easiest thing to kill time, unless ... two people's world is only each other. I only believe that this extreme emotion can stand the test of time.

I didn't go with her, after all, I have died in this damn spring.

I floated to her, and she was sleeping, so beautiful. I was lost in thought when she floated out of the body.

I'm surprised. So is she.

I sighed, and I knew that she and I had made the same choice.

She smiled at me, I held out my hands and she hugged me.

How romantic it is that we die in spring. My almost transparent soul couldn't hold on any longer and slowly dispersed. She dragged me to the top of a mountain with the spring breeze, and she gradually became transparent and dissipated with me.

A few years later, only two trees grew on this cliff, an oak tree and a kapok tree.