Red Apricot Red

When the wind blows on the loess slope, apricot flowers and love bloom together. The falling pink and white is the most painful parting hidden in the years when the apricots are red. They met for the first time under the apricot tree, and fell in love with each other in the fireworks world, but they could not escape the wave of the times. I would like to write this book to pay tribute to my fathers' passionate and regretful youth hidden in the loess slopes. [Signed, more stable every day, feel free to follow up]