The peach grove in the back mountain was quiet, like a drop of falling ink, spreading crimson on the mountainside. Each petal is also quiet, falling asleep in the harmonious spring light, as if it has been sleeping for a thousand years.
A man, stepping carefully, was drunk by the east wind. Among the pink and green willows, you caught a glimpse of a smile at the corner of his mouth, where was a jar of the most intoxicating wine. Just one look is enough to make you dream for three lifetimes.
"The peach blossoms are blooming in the mountains this year, so I'll push you out for a walk." A warm voice filled the rustling bamboo forest. At this end of the hut, the man with a smile on his face gave another man in a wheelchair a haircut. The man in the wheelchair has handsome features, but his brows are furrowed. He closed his eyes, but sat upright, like a stone statue. The stone statues are lifelike and the men are unparalleled in their elegance.
The wheelchair creaked, and the two slowly disappeared into the depths of the peach forest, carving a story about the years on the brown soil. Leaving only shallow traces