Strange Flowers Bloom
by Stony Ground
About This Novel
If someone tells you that I love you, don't believe it. Loving you is just a legend floating in the wind, it is not true, it will never be true, and it will never be true. In Yangzhou in March, catkins are like silk and fluttering all over the city. I stood on the bow of the boat, letting the catkins spread over my shoulders and eyebrows as thinly as snow. There are still traces of his kiss on my eyebrows. That light, as light as smoke kiss, I don't know where it is now. There are many reasons to like oranges. I remember when I was a child, my family didn't have a lot of money, but my mother would bring some oranges to my sister and me every time we went to the market. Mom only gave us one every time. Mom said good things should be enjoyed slowly and not eaten all at once. I am usually the one who rushes to peel the oranges, because when peeling the oranges, a lot of juice will be squeezed out of the skin and get on my hands. The fragrance of oranges will remain on your hands.
What Readers Think
Rating
Community(0)
Rating
Community(0)
