"Mazi, after today you'll be six years old. What do you want Grandpa to give you as a gift?"
"Just anything... I like whatever you give me, Grandpa."
"Then I'll make you a bamboo dragonfly."
"Okay."
Shu Guan could still clearly remember the scene of the old cripple giving him the bamboo dragonfly on his fifth birthday.
It was a sunny spring afternoon.
Right, Shu Guan's birthday was in the spring, during the time when the peach blossoms bloomed. The old cripple had picked Shu Guan up from the stream and brought him home on a day when the peach blossoms had just sprouted their first buds.
...
The old cripple started making the bamboo dragonfly for Shu Guan.
Shu Guan brought over a stool and sat beside his Grandpa to watch him make the bamboo dragonfly. His heart was bored to death, but his eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement.
He knew such expressions would make the old cripple very happy.
