In the last few years, she always felt itchy ears, suspected that it was a mite, and ran to the doctor to see, not. Every year when the gardenia blossoms are about to leave the garden, the gardenia tree in the yard is only blooming, this year is the first flower of Xiao Duanyang, she stood in the house when she was about to go out, there is shade outside, pick all the flowers, he wants to pinch it with his hands, she said or use small scissors to pick, so he walked to the yard, and soon he picked a dustpan full of gardenia flowers, he said loudly in the yard, there are many small bugs, there are many small bugs, she asked him to hand them over, asked for many flowers, she wanted to bring some to the female companions. It was a summer that got hot early! The sun was like fire, and she was like a delicate plant, and when she came back in the afternoon, she was too lazy to move, because she was afraid of heat, and it was indeed too hot. He washed all the gardenia flowers with water, and put them in a large blue flower, and the flower blue was placed at the head of her bed, and at night, she dreamed of one of her female companions, but she was not the one who gave them flowers during the day, the tears wet the pillow, and she did not know it, the white gardenia flowers were emitting resentment, quietly, too many flowers were too white and too fragrant, more like some kind of flower offering and offering on the shrine. The white color of the Korean kingdom is festive, but this white flower at the head of the bed in this boudoir, but somehow makes people feel the seclusion and coldness and the flow of time, in any case, summer has really arrived again, this year's spring has indeed soared like an arrow to the sky, she spent this festival with the flowers like this, from that year, this year is the ninth year. Excerpts from "Haiyou's Drifting"
