That summer, we often went to see the wild lotus flowers in the pond, which were pink, yellow, and white. My eyes were always looking for them. You smiled and grabbed my arm and asked me what I was looking for. I broke off a lotus pod, peeled off a lotus seed, and ate it with a smile, but I couldn't help but stick out my tongue. It was so bitter that I actually forgot to remove the most bitter heart from the lotus seed. Excerpt
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