Peach and plum bloss

When the sun neared noon, Yang Ge finally arrived at his destination.,He gently pushed open the rickety wooden gate, made of pieces held together with twigs. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a thin, wiry old man with sparse whiskers and wearing patched-up shorts, sitting cross-legged in the courtyard. He skillfully mended a tattered fishing net with a shuttle.,When Yang Ge saw the old man, a sincere smile gradually spread across his face.。