The Fade of the Flowers ——adapted from Eileen Chang’s Hua Diao

  {go to the Yale Art Gallery,find a work of art that speaks to you then tell it's story}
There is a bunch of flowers on the table, they were just brought by the maid. People told her these flowers were sent by him. She really likes the color of these flowers ,pure white, light pink, faint yellow, they look so fresh and alive——not like her at all.

“Maybe I could recover from this dilatory illness ,maybe he is still longing for me,” She thinks ,“But If he really misses me, why hasn’t he come for such a long time. He knows I feel lonely.” 
She began to doubt ,“Maybe he is dating with another young lady now ,who is beautiful and healthy,who can go to parties and dance with him. She will keep company with him ,go to picnics and he would like to introduce her to his friends and tell jokes to make her laugh……”
 She couldn't stop thinking such terrible things and the source of these problem was that he did not come to see her for about one month.he only sent these flowers to her everyday. “ Why doesn’t he come?  He maybe doesn’t want to see my face , I know I’m ugly now.”

She looks at the window of this lifeless room .They have closed the window and drawn the curtains to stop the wind and light. Only a beam of light travels through the crack between the curtains and shine on the flowers in the corner. The room is so quiet ,she can’t hear any sound outside the door, nobody is coming and nobody is passing. “Maybe I will never recover,” She thinks.

Two month later, she died ,her family held a big funeral for her. He  came with his fiancée and put a bunch of flowers before her grave. The Tombstone reads:“ a young and beautiful lady,loved by everyone.”