Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge also slowed his pace, gazing fixedly at the sparkling river on that side. After a long while, he retracted his gaze and continued pushing his tricycle along.,After turning several corners, the path became increasingly rugged, yet Yang Ge's footsteps grew lighter. The heavy tricycle felt as light and nimble in his hands as a wisp of incense.,Eight months ago, the old man used this tattered fishing net to pull him out of the Bian River...twice!。