There were still three thousand trees in red, not as bright as the first one.
This was the time when the peach blossoms were blooming. The peach blossoms were ten li in the peach forest, and they were burning brightly all over the mountains.
Old Jiang had said that peach blossoms were wounds on the earth, and red beans were the tangles and sponges of the earth.
The past was like sunset, peach blossoms buried under a peach tree.
Jiang Zhuo eyes were like peach blossoms, dazzling and sorrowful.
Two years ago, the Radiant Heavenly Lamp offered sacrifices. In the great desert, there was no green in Changsha. I grew up on this yellow sand, never seeing the flowers in this world.
The woman seemed to be a Central Plains purple-red woman. She stepped on the lanterns one after another and gra
