There is a plum tree in my backyard. At the end of February every year, the buds will be covered with bare branches, and gradually a light pink plum blossom will appear, with a touch of sweet fragrance. At the beginning of April, the plum blossoms fade, and the backyard will be filled with petals.
 
From birth to decay, I witness the life of flowers every single year.
 
During the spring break of 2018, my goldfish died. I buried him under a tree and covered its small grave with withered flowers.
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