Roses of the Last Century
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Every morning before the arrival of the old gardener, Wen Jieyu came to the garden and took a walk around the rose flower bed. Round and round, the corduroy shoes walked silently. They were handmade shoes that were common among people in small towns at that time - cheap, soft, and light, and they were in perfect contrast with the leather shoes with the clicking horseshoes in the bustling city. There is some mist and the air is very fresh. At that time, the sky was only dimly lit, and the last few blue stars were still twinkling overhead. The station was deserted. Jieyu couldn't help but reach out and pick a rose flower. A few drops of dew rolled down the red petals. Dew flowed down the back of her hands and into her cuffs, and Jieyu felt cold. I sniffed my nose, and a refreshing fragrance penetrated my nostrils and penetrated my heart. Jieyu wished she could take a bite of the flower in front of her nose. Wen Jieyu lives near the station, a long-distance bus station located in the suburbs.
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