Of course, not from the moment I was born, I'm a green girl. From a young lady who has never stepped out of the door, the mouth smile without showing teeth , to a voluptuous prostitute who seems to be just a dream, when I wake up, I return to that peach garden,

 Under the shade of shady trees, a smile blooms on my lips, a gentle breeze blows, in that calm space is a budding love.

 A long, long time later, all will return to a long, long time ago, no one is anyone.

 I had to bend my tongue a few times to ease my told, because the story of the past that I wanted to tell was very long and very far away...

 My father is a famous in the area, he always looks serious, rarely speaks, rarely smiles; Mother is a kind, gentle woman. Every time I see tears in my eyes because the bandages on my feet are so tight it hurts. When my father was not at home, my mother hugged me and cried. Of course, all she could do was cry.

I still don't understand why girls have to bandage their feet, the more deformed the shape of the legs after the bandage, the more beautiful they are considered. I was vaguely dissatisfied, but never thought of protesting, nor did I have the strength to resist.

My father is a bit fat but very tall. My father is the only man I get to see often. My brother is too young, so I don't usually consider it's a person of the opposite sex. Up until now, my father rarely talked to me and i because of fear, never dared to look at him directly.  In my memory, my father never smiled, at least never smiled at me.

From a young age, I was raised to become a daughter of a noble family, gentle, obedient and obedient. Up until the age of fifteen, I had never once stepped foot out of my door.

Of course, before I understood what happiness was, I was still very content with my current life, when I didn't know love, I still didn't understand what it was to miss deeply. Before I actually met the opposite sex, I still thought that all men in this world were as scary as my father, so I didn't think much of it, just dared to respect it.

I also once heard a servant girl child red-faced, stammering, telling a love story that had no beginning but had come to an end. After listening to it. I laughed at it with a look so sly, laughing so much that the maid herself felt that it was shameful for a woman to be involved in love and no self-esteem. Finally, the girl child covered her face and ran away. Since then, she never mentioned it to me again.

I also have my own hobbies. I like to fly paper kites so high, so high that I can almost touch the sky. Early in the morning, I often walk in the flower garden, so that my clothes are soaked with the scent of jasmine. I also used a hand-woven racket to catch purple-winged butterflies, but after catching, feeling pity, I opened my heart to compassion and let them fly. Letting them go, I waved my sleeves, pretending not to mind their gratitude. 

At those times, I felt extremely satisfied, like I had just done a good deed. After dinner, I often sit on the mezzanine, gently strumming the Tu Truong Co ... Life seems to know no melancholy, always feeling happy. Days and months passed smoothly like a calm lake.

Behind my house is a pretty large peach garden. Peach blossom trees stand tall, surrounded by lakes and a fake mountain. The early summer sunlight still lingers with the night dew drops, the clouds appear when it's dim, the scenery like a fairyland always makes people's hearts fall in love.

That day, I was carefree walking in the peach garden, stopping from time to time to watch the sun shine through the leaves.

At that time, I saw him, saw the man that I have been in love with all my life.

That year, when I had just turned fifteen, I saw a person of the opposite sex in my twenties for the first time. I stared at him curiously, and he looked at me in an stare way. I doubt if the bird sitting on the tree branch has conveyed the message from my heart for him, because he is suddenly coming towards me.

I hurriedly lowered my head, but deep down in my heart, I fell in love with his gaze! That thought made me feel extremely ashamed.

Whether it's the white clothes he's wearing or the strong but decisive footsteps, whether it's his natural eyes, or lips that look like he's smiling but not smiling, in my eyes, that's are all polite and boundless generosity!

I am standing in front of a peach blossom tree, the branches are like strings of affection, the leaves are like beautiful eyes. My face was dyed a bright pink by the petals. Before I lowered my eyes, I could see him raise his hand.

He picked a peach blossom branch, put it in my hair, his sleeve gently brushed past me, I smelled a very strong, attractive scent. He was the first person who made me feel the warm feeling of contact between a boy and a girl.

When his hand touches my hair, my heart beats fast, I'm insecure, I'm worried, I'm embarrassed, I'm panicking, I don't know what to do... but that vague feeling brings give me a little bit of nostalgia and wait.

Wait? I don't know what I'm waiting for. I just felt my face turning red from that bold thought!

 When I finally lifted my head, the close distance between him and me made me feel suffocated.

He was smiling, his smile was beautiful, his eyes were clear and kind.

 So, I just dared to lower my head, looking down at his feet.

 He has very large feet. I imagined the firmness and strength of his every move.

Standing facing each other for a long time without saying a word, I wanted to run away, to dispel the feeling of insecurity he had brought to me. But I didn't move, my limbs seemed to be tied by some invisible rope. It was a feeling I couldn't control.

"Lady..."

 Just then, the close servant girl ran up to me. I turned around to answer instinctively, the soul finally returned to my body.

 I turned to look at the strange man, covered my face, and hurriedly left the place.

 I swear, that last look, was a look full of the taste of love and dreaming of a vague new love.

 I feel like I have no self-respect like maid girl who cherished love in year, but I can not emotional self-restraint of me