The old man in the picture in her mind smiled. Next to her was Joseph, with the viburnum macrocephalum falling on his shoulder. The beauty of the scene was indelible, just like the gardenia screen at which she glanced.
In front of her, it was the screen which she kept calling out to be expensive but never forgotten. It was in a person's height, brown background, white silk orchid, under the bright yellow light, as if it was blooming before her. She gently took a breath, which was full of intoxicating fragrance.
She likes white orchids because she likes the moral behind them: a smile.
The bottom of the screen was embroidered with a line of words. It should be added later, and she had not seen the embroidered hall before, which was beautiful and moving; it said: When We met We Were Young, and it was not too late.
