That’s why his peach blossoms could hardly be seen most of the year amid a forest of multi-coloured flowers on the riverbank. Whenever spring came round, he sat smoking on the plank bed and looked at the peaches in bloom, or at the end of spring when dead peach blossoms covered the ground when the wind blew. It seemed to me that he was still indulging in the dead peach blossoms that nearly fully covered the ground . I also missed the soft sounds caused by dead peach blossoms that slightly touched my cheeks, old Bền and the well-shaped peach trees. He quit smoking and gave up his hobby of watching dead peach blossoms floating up and down in the air before falling to the ground on the last days of spring.

Source: Viet Nam News August 04, 2017 02:03 UTC