Orange

Those stories lingering on the fingertips of youth, those indescribable and eager little emotions. Sour and sweet, it is the taste of oranges, and it is a testimony of youth and ignorance and a sweet and warm look back. Perhaps, the taste of oranges will never be as fragrant as roses, but it is always irreplaceable and will always permeate the heart in the green years... The growth of a person may be a witness to the growth of a group of people, or it may be imposed on a generation.