A water-green narrow-necked porcelain vase with several newly folded white lotus flowers inserted in it, and the unbloomed buds are as moist as cream. Caihe Nu stood by the side and sang a song, her eyes cast crampedly towards the shadow that overlapped with the darkness, where an old man was sitting in a wheelchair. The singing stopped, the ugly figure slowly shook the wheelchair away from the darkness, and the girl subconsciously began to backtrack. But then, she stopped, because she trusted those white lotuses more - the creation that solidified the master's soul. White lotus flowers, poems, and photos of the old man when he was young. When the lotus-picking girl rides a boat and scatters the ashes of the old man into the lotus pond, the memory of the poet's image that sinks in the girl's heart should be composed of them.
The man driving the tricycle put down the shabby little book in his hand, because a small woman with heavy makeup walked out of the hotel door, he immediately smiled and greeted her, hugging the tired body of the woman with his car. She complained all the way, and he listened all the way. On the way, women got the greatest sense of security. Putting on the snow-white pajamas, removing the fat powder, and gently engulfing the heart of this firework woman, for the first time, money is not an insult but a treasure. The red leaves were flying all over the sky, and a few fell on the woman's plain clothes. At this moment, she finally believed that she was pure.
The little boy's appearance is always accompanied by pouring rain. He holds a heavy grocery box and shuttles through the jungle formed by the legs of adults. When the box was there, he stretched out his hand to tug at the corners of other people's clothes, asking them to buy goods; when the box was lost, he still stretched out his hands to tug at the corners of other people's clothes and asked them to return them. However, the stubborn expression tells you that he is not helpless, especially after adding a little girl as his little tail. Even the sound of stepping on water was as cheerful as a string duet.
The sun in Saigon is dense with water: the rain on the little boy, the sweat on the foreheads of the lotus girl and the tricycle driver. It's no wonder that the word "romantic" takes water as its radical.
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