Wow - time has come back to last year, the New Year! The first time I saw the woman was in the supermarket at the crossroads, and I did see what my mom called "Auntie Zhang".
She was about fifty years old, fair face, thin body, without the square dance mom "bloated" and "chatter", then greeted me, and mom immersed in the memories of the past.... ...
I would never have associated her with "death".
I'm not sure how I would have associated her with the death of a 50-year-old aunt, a champion of the square dance, who had invested in a tourist attraction and was waiting for her year-end dividends. ......
She was smart, strong and energetic, so how could she have died so suddenly?
The mother spoke hard to hide the disillusionment between the eyes: "People ah, live a what strength - before she was more beautiful, said no on no ......"
And so in the Mom's memories of the mode, I seem to see a teenage age of the great beauty to come ~
The great beauty, died in her fiftieth year.
Who knows?
And it was, "a violent death" - I'm told, of someone found in a pond - swollen, embarrassed, and unforgiving.
The rumors come faster than the funeral parlor car.
On the afternoon of her discovery, she was "cremated", and an urn was her home.
"People ah ~ live what strength ......" mom mentioned the girl of their own beauty, sighing - she may be thinking of their own sadness.
This happened yesterday and haunted my entire dream.
This is life - indefinable, but always inadvertently let you shocking "pain" ......