Peach and plum bloss

Mr. Liu, who was usually talkative, found himself increasingly pleased as he watched him work diligently and attentively. He was impressed by his ability to read and understand, the intelligence in his eyes, his quick and nimble hands, and his polite and courteous manner.,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.,He was silent for a long time, then finally shook his head and croaked, "I don't want to die."。