Fall: Rebirth

When Ling Han stepped into the courtyard where his mother had lived, an indescribable warmth surged in his heart.

He slowly pushed open the quaint courtyard door, and a tranquil and beautiful picture appeared before his eyes.

The pool of clear water is as crystal clear as a mirror. When the breeze blows, ripples appear on the water surface. A few green lotus leaves sway gently. Occasionally, a fish happily jumps out of the water, splashing crystal clear water.

Ling Han stood quietly by the pond, as if he saw his mother in her youth. She was wearing gorgeous feathered clothes, playing and laughing with her peacock sisters by the pond, their laughter echoing in the air.

My mother at that time was full of youth and beauty, just like the lotus in the pond.

Ling Han strolled along the jade-paved path with light and slow steps.

On both sides of the path, blooming peonies and peonies complement each other, red like fire, white like snow, pink like clouds. They compete with each other in beauty and emit bursts of elegant fragrance.

These flowers are like a mother's smile, gentle and charming, making people intoxicated.

Walking to the corner of the garden, Ling Han stopped and stared at the old plum tree. He couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently touch the rough bark, as if he could feel the scene of his mother reciting poems under the tree.

At that moment, he seemed to hear his mother's clear and melodious voice echoing in his ears, making him feel emotional.

The stone table under the tree still stands there quietly, as if telling a story from the past.

Ling Han seemed to see his mother sitting at the stone table, discussing important matters with the tribe members. Her eyes revealed determination and wisdom, as if she could see through everything in the world. Her every word and action was full of majesty and power, which made people feel awe.

Looking around, the flowers and trees are arranged in an orderly manner, and each one is trimmed exquisitely, like a piece of carefully crafted work of art.

Every blade of grass and every tree here carries the breath and memories of mother.

Ling Han closed his eyes, feeling the tranquility and beauty, his heart filled with longing and admiration for his mother.

He seemed to see his young mother busy in the garden. At that time, his mother was watering and fertilizing the flowers and plants with her own hands. Her face was filled with a smile of happiness and satisfaction. That smile was so beautiful and moving, as dazzling as the flowers blooming in spring.

In the corner of the yard, there is a small and exquisite pavilion. In the pavilion, there is a guqin. The strings seem to still have the lingering sound of my mother's playing.

Ling Han couldn't help but imagine what his mother looked like when she played the zither here. She might have been wearing a simple long dress, sitting in the middle of the pavilion, plucking the strings lightly, and the melodious sound of the zither poured out like flowing water.

Ling Han stood quietly in the yard, feeling the atmosphere left by his mother. He seemed to see his mother Yan Yue moving lightly here, holding a paintbrush in her hand, depicting the beautiful scenery of the garden one by one.

My mother’s smile when she was young was like the sunshine in this yard, warm and bright, illuminating the whole world.

Ling Han closed his eyes and felt it all with his heart, and the warmth in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"My father takes care of every tree and blade of grass here himself, and rarely lets outsiders in." Yan Luo's voice suddenly sounded at this moment, pulling Ling Han back to reality from his imagination.

Ling Han turned to look at Yan Luo, not knowing when she came in. A trace of emotion flashed in his eyes, and he said: "This is not just an ordinary yard. This yard carries too many memories of my mother. Every scene has witnessed every bit of the past."

Yan Luo stared at the beautiful scenery in the yard quietly, and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily: "I didn't expect this place to be so beautiful. Usually my father rarely allows us to set foot here. I only know that this is where my aunt lived in the past."

Ling Han's eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia, and he responded softly: "Yes, this is where my mother lived before she died. When I stepped into this place, I felt peaceful and at ease."

Yan Luo whispered softly: "Father must have doted on Auntie, just like you treated Shuang'er with great care, so he carefully kept the place where she once lived in perfect order."

Ling Han nodded slightly to show his agreement.

Yan Luo nodded slightly, as if she understood Ling Han's state of mind at the moment. She slowly approached Ling Han and whispered softly, "Brother Han, I can truly feel your deep longing for mother. However, the dead are gone, and the living still need to move forward firmly. We should cherish the present time to comfort the spirit of our aunt in heaven."

Ling Han nodded slightly, a hint of recognition on his face. He slowly raised his head and looked up at the vast sky, his deep eyes flashing with a determined light.

Ling Han silently made a promise in his heart to protect this courtyard that carries endless memories of his mother and make it an eternal safe haven.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew across his face, bringing with it waves of elegant floral scent. Ling Han took a deep breath, intoxicated by the wonderful aroma.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile, he turned to Yan Luo and said: "Let's go, let's go and have a look at other places together, maybe we can find some traces left by our mother."

So, the cousins ​​walked side by side, walking among the colorful flowers, bypassing the exquisite and unique rockery, and carefully observing every corner of the yard.

In a corner not far away, Yan Yu and Yu Nuo were quietly watching the two children.

Crystal clear tears welled up in their eyes, which were the joy for their children's growth and the remembrance of the good old days.