Peach and plum bloss

Twelve neatly arranged tables and chairs, each glistening with moisture...,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.,That stretch of water he went back many times, but never found those two things.。