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I live in an ancient era, during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a time of boundless splendor. Back then, this place was shaded by green trees and adorned with blooming flowers, filled with the sights and sounds of singing orioles and swaying swallows. I was young and beautiful, full of vitality, enjoying sitting in the garden telling stories to the little flowers and grasses.
Now, I am very old, with gray hair and many more wrinkles on my face. Yet, I still love to sit in the garden and share stories with the little flowers and grasses, reminiscing about the glorious past. Whenever I tell a story, many children gather around me, eager to hear those distant tales. These kids love listening to my stories and often ask me many questions.
One little boy named A Lin is particularly curious. After each story, he always pesters me with endless questions. “Grandma Mei Mei, what happened next? What about that consort?” A Lin asks with wide, curious eyes.
Looking at this adorable boy before me fills my heart with joy and warmth. I cherish his inquisitive eyes and his innocent nature. “Well…” I slowly begin to narrate the story, my voice gentle and deep, flowing like a winding mountain stream.
A Lin listens quietly, his eyes growing wider and his mouth agape as if he were witnessing the extraordinary scenes from the story. “Wow! That’s amazing!” he exclaims when I finish telling the tale. Seeing his astonished expression brings me great happiness.
“Grandma, are these stories true?” A Lin asks. “Of course they are,” I reply with a smile and a nod. “Wow! Then I really wish to see those sights,” A Lin's eyes sparkle with excitement. “As long as you are willing, you can see those sights,” I say.
"Really?" Little Jie looked at me with great surprise.
I nodded affirmatively and said to him, "You must take good care of them and let them be passed down through generations."
"Mm!" A Lin nodded firmly.
From that day on, A Lin often came to me to listen to stories.
He took notes while I told the stories.
He recorded all the tales and organized them into storybooks.
Little Jie took the storybooks to school, to the library, and to all the places he loved to visit.
He hoped everyone could hear these stories and see these beautiful scenes.
Watching A Lin busy at work, a kind smile appeared on my face.
I knew my stories would not disappear; they would continue to be passed down, shining brightly forever.
"There used to be many palace maids coming and going here; they would play in the garden and chat in the corridors. The flowers bloomed beautifully, each one more stunning than the last, filling the garden with their fragrance."
I spoke slowly, my thoughts drifting back to the past.
"At that time, the entire Palace was very lively. The palace maids were busy every day, but they were all very happy because their lives were fulfilling."
As I spoke, a smile unconsciously appeared on my lips.
"The flowers in the garden back then bloomed large and vibrant, making the whole garden seem like it was smiling."
Before my eyes, that beautiful garden seemed to reappear, with those lovely flowers competing to bloom, captivating and bringing joy to all who saw them.
"However, as time passed, this liveliness and vitality gradually faded away."
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