Peach and plum bloss

Yang Ge ignored the old man's sorrowful eyes. With nimble hands and feet, he carried one heavy sack after another into the low-ceilinged hut. He untied the sack mouths and poured grain by grain of golden wheat kernels into the food barrel.,This watch was a birthday gift from his girlfriend when he was thirty-four years old. She hoped that no matter where he went, he would remember to come home early.,He happened to sit next to a tattered fishing net.。