Ten Years of Wind Among the Tang Blossoms on the Isle

When he was eighteen, the wind, carrying the scent of camphor, swept into the stairwell and brought him face to face with Su Xiaotang.

Ten years passed with the wind, and their story finally came to an end, but the feeling that first stirred in him that year never faded.

These little snippets of writing may touch the hearts of a few people with stories of their own.

Sometimes you find yourself smiling as you read, only to end up crying through your smile.