Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge smiled gently and said, "I want a home...",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.,One can only imagine how many times this elderly man, who needs a cane to walk, must have dived back and forth in the swirling waters of that river in order to retrieve those two objects.。