my queen is childish

Occasionally, farmers walked by with hoes on the lush green trails, but they were all in a hurry, because at dusk, the family members were still waiting for them to go home for dinner.

Two figures, one big and one small, came from a distance.

This should be a mother and daughter.The little girl is being led by the woman in one hand, and holding a bouquet of flowers in the other.The woman was dressed in white, and some of her silver hair was naturally scattered on her shoulders, while others hung down to her waist.Perhaps because of the color of the clothes, the woman's face was slightly paler, but her skin was smooth.She carried a pannier full of herbs.

The girl suddenly found something, excitedly shook her mother's hand and said: "Mother, look quickly, what a beautiful flower!"

The woman looked in the direction the girl pointed.It turned out that on the hillside not far away, a few Bana flowers bloomed.So isolated, but the coquettish red makes them so conspicuous.

"Mother, I want to pick one and take it home." The little girl blinked her big eyes and looked at her mother expectantly.

"No, those flowers are poisonous, so you can't pick them. And..." the woman paused, and continued: "They are too sad."

"Huh?" The little girl was puzzled.

The woman seems to be answering the little girl's question, but it is more like saying to herself: "The flowers on the other side bloom, and each other grows and misses each other."

"Rui'er doesn't understand." The little girl shook her head in confusion.

The woman knelt down, gently stroked the little girl's cheek, and said with a gentle smile, "Rui'er will understand when she grows up."

"When will Rui'er grow up?"

"Stupid boy, growing up is a process, not a result. Day by day, you will grow taller and bigger little by little." The woman explained patiently.

"Will the mother grow up day by day?"

"Mother is already an adult, she won't grow up."

"Oh." The little girl nodded in a sudden realization.

"Hurry up and go home. Maybe you can see your master and elder brother as soon as you get home." The woman smiled and pulled the little girl, and her steps quickened unconsciously.

"Really! Are Master and Brother coming back?" The girl's joy was unquestionable, and her heart was full of expectations.

"Well. They said they will be back today." The woman still smiled and gave the girl an affirmative answer.

"Mother, let's go quickly."

The woman took one last look at the Bianhua on the slope reluctantly.

Bianhua, the flower language is... a sad memory.

The flowers bloom for 1000 years and fall for 1000 years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet.Love is not causal, edge destined to death.