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"I looked at myself in the mirror, adorned with exquisite makeup and wearing delicate high heels. I seemed completely different from the girl I remembered, no longer the rural girl known as a 'Left-behind Child.' At this moment, I stood in a place that countless people yearned for but could not reach.
Yet under the sunlight, I saw a beautiful butterfly quietly resting outside the window, its wings fluttering gently, proving it was still alive.
Teacher, do you know? I don’t know why, but I started to miss the peach blossoms of my hometown, began to long for the peach blossoms of the past.
I didn’t know how to comfort her, so I remained silent. But in that silence, it seemed I could hear the sound of crying from the other end of the phone.
"Teacher, do you think I'm particularly cheap? When countless cups of cold water were splashed on my face and I was called a cheap person and a mistress by so many, my heart felt empty. Yet afterward, I could still walk arm in arm with different people into countless luxury boutiques."
"Peach Blossom, I don’t know what to say, but remember to follow your heart."
If I had known what would happen later, I certainly wouldn’t have said those words.
A month later, when I heard the news that Peach Blossom had jumped into the lake to commit suicide, I was deep in thought about how to write an article that would cater to the Publisher and the market to alleviate my barren life.
The police found me and said that Peach Blossom had left me a letter. In an instant, her innocent smile flashed through my mind. I hurriedly opened the envelope to see what she had written.
Teacher,
When you read this letter, I hope I have already reached the other side of heaven.
Tonight, I am walking in Lakeside Park. When I saw the native plants of Lakeside Park, it seemed like I could smell the fragrance of peach blossoms.
The lights reflected on the lake's surface, sparkling brightly. Walking by the lakeside, I scooped up some clear lake water to wash away my makeup. At that moment, I realized how long it had been since I revealed my true self.
I curled up and sat quietly, gazing at the sky.
Suddenly, I felt a mist before my eyes; it seemed a pure peach blossom appeared in the middle of the lake, swaying its white petals as if saying to me, 'Come on, come on, cleanse your soul.'
At that moment, your words echoed in my mind: 'Follow your heart.'
What is my heart? Is it willing to be someone else's mistress?
No! Despite how glamorous I've looked these years, my heart has not been happy. All I wanted was to wear a beautiful dress; little did I expect to pay with my body and youth.
This is not my true self.
In the end, I decided to walk toward the peach blossoms in my heart with a sincere pilgrim's heart.
Sincerely,
Peach Blossom
...
After reading this letter, tears streamed down my face because this flower-like young woman chose death at such a blossoming age. But then again, perhaps for Peach Blossom, this was also a form of liberation because her heart could no longer find peace in this world."
Then I tore apart the carefully crafted article I had written to cater to Publisher and the market.
"We cannot change the world, but at the very least, we should not let the world change us."
A person who maintains their original intention can achieve a lasting peace.
I looked up at the sky and seemed to see a face from deep in my memories and the blooming peach blossoms, but then I crouched down and began to cry because those vibrant peach blossoms eventually withered away.
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