The title of the article comes from the original sentence of Edith Södergren's "Stars": "Don't walk barefoot on this grass, my garden is full of star fragments."
It was a hot afternoon many years ago. The sun was leaning on the branches of the elm trees. The sound of the accordion spread through the greenery of the ivy. Xia Sang held an old myth in her hands. He was a lamb that stepped into the clear spring. His fragile beauty seemed to be seriously injured by everything in the world. Xia Sang stood silently under the orange tree that was about to die of illness. There was a faint bitterness in the air, and his eyes were like over-fermented wine, dripping with sourness.
"You are very much like an animal." Awano always wore a deceitful smile, a warm smile that would not be questioned or exposed, a spring ironing post.
This was a clumsy pick-up line, but they didn't know it at the time. It was as if just because they were young, they could make everything unfamiliar and easy to accept, swallowing it up under their ignorant smiles.
It was a smile that Xia Sang had not seen for a long time - but the next moment, a stream of water poured down on his head and face.
"Это подарок для тебя. (This is a gift for you.)" With undisguised ridicule, Awano looked at his embarrassment and had no intention of stopping - it was completely naughty nature. Holding the water pipe, she walked closer to him step by step and called him in a low voice: "Славяне (Slav)"
(Actually, this is a modern fictional novel. There will be some private settings of my own. The racial setting is to facilitate the subsequent introduction of some elements I like. There is no other purpose.)
Intention: Study hard and embrace the sunshine