honey color

Buried in water in the Ganges.It was the holy river in India, the river of gods that could wash away all sins, but my father didn't want my mother to float on the water after that.Maybe it's the traditional concept of the Japanese, but he still wants to use a romantic way to end this beloved woman.

So he buried his mother in the sunflower field. He felt that if this was the case, the woman would be integrated with this beautiful flower for the rest of her life.

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After reading this story, I couldn't believe my mother was such a brave woman.My former self always imagined this woman with a skeptical attitude, why did he abandon me?Why make me a child without a mother?Now I know that the reason for abandoning me is that she has always chosen to dedicate her love to more people.

I suddenly remembered the dream that once lingered in my heart. The woman without face was standing in the orange flower field stained with the sunset, watching me with a soft expression over and over again. It turned out that there was no reason to reject her from the beginning. Because she is my mother.She lay alone on the seaside of sunflowers in India, watching the sun set from east to west day after day, guarding her dreams day after day.

Until one day, her father accompanied her to that place.

So not long after, I made the craziest decision in more than ten years. I told Fuji that I wanted to take a look at the sunflower seaside in India, but he agreed immediately.

He also read the diary after me, and he understood that the word "mother" was a wound for me for many years.After I finally found someone I could always rely on, he tried to find someone to help me fill this wound.While applauding my decision, he immediately made plans to go to India.

A month later, our plane landed at Indira Gandhi International Airport.We, who are located in the capital New Delhi, finally came to the dream city of Amritsar after going around several times.Outside this traditional city, the sunflower field, known as a miracle, quietly appeared in front of us.

It is as if it has gone through countless wind and rain, but it still stands there.In the face of historical catastrophes time and time again, it has witnessed something and is being witnessed.The long-exposure work of my father in my hand has become a piece of weak paper in front of Huatian, and the power of nature is telling me something.It is indescribable in words and even sounds. My father and mother held hands here, and now, Fuji and I are standing here, facing this golden flower field with a similar state of mind.

I remembered our experience of going to Aomori when we graduated from the third year of junior high school. He and I stood in the green wheat waves and talked about our promise.Ten years later, we are in another field of flowers that is also suffocating, and we are no longer in the vaguely youthful state of mind we once were.The promise of life that has been made is here, as if it is being witnessed by a mother I have never met.

He pushed me into the long field ridge, and the huge flower disc was facing the huge red sun that was already hanging to the west.In the west slanting sun, I was sitting in a wheelchair, while Fuer was walking a little ahead. The red sunset in front of us enveloped us in a dreamlike atmosphere.Just like a dream many years ago came true in reality, I looked at my husband standing in the orange-red light, and I knew that the road from now on was under our feet.

I stretched out my hand in the wheelchair, maybe because of the kind of impatient thoughts, when I barely stood up, his back was still in front of me.

At that moment, I seemed to hear a cheerful voice from the sky, and I let go of the wheelchair excitedly.I stood among the golden sunflowers and took a small step carefully.

That small step is enough for me to reach the end of the world.

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