I like the fragrance of white tea flowers. They are like exiled refugees, lingering in this city where the air is polluted and dirt accumulates under the high buildings all year round. However, I prefer the color of red tea flowers, which are the same color as blood. They coil on the delicate petals in an infected way. But red tea has no floral fragrance, and only has a blazing color to dazzle.
When I was eight years old, I said to my sister: "Weiyang, if there is anything else I can look forward to in the orbit of the earth, it is the blooming of flowers."
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