When the magnolias are in bloom...
The flowers were flecked with pink this year .
The white slowly gave way to a soft pale pink to the tips of those soft petals so on.
The slow warm rose on the raindrops came down in the afternoon, refreshing many gems not yet blossomed.
A gentle wind was caressing the garden.
From an old room we could see in the distance some spark of snow still not melted, while the voices grew louder.
China, sitting on the wooden planks carefully listened to those speeches , but his gaze lingered on the silhouetted figure that stood on the portico.
They had said many things about him, but to know a person wasn't enough the legends and that night China would understand who he really was.
The rain was over, but the sun still lingered on the horizon, as if it would comfort them.
The man looked at the surrounding landscape with a surreal calm, his arms crossed behind his back, contemplating something not understandable to those present.
His eyes fluttered along with the gentle whirring of dragonflies, flying at the sunset and the last rays died behind the stone wall .
In that March, the March 20, 1943 , while China brake in pieces anxiously his green hat , Mao Tse -tung became chairman of the Communist Party.
For that millenarian nation, the important was that his people were free.
Hi guys!
I'm really sorry for the delay, but I have many problems, so I couldn't post a chapter till today
My dear readers the story is short, very short, but I could not think of anything, because I don't know a lot about the historical facts relating to Mao Tse -tung.
I know that I haven't talked about the character itself, but you know sometimes in the biographies do not tend to talk about a person by analyzing his personality, but only his actions, so in this story, I only analyzed a part of what could be a historical event, here's how I think may have been the first meeting between the old nation and Mao Tse -tung .
I hope you enjoyed it .
A warm greeting to all,
Sachi93 .