摘要
ONE early summer day Cecilia Lindqvist was cycling beside a lake in the oldest part of Beijing. She noticed a garden outside an old house, perhaps no bigger than a king-size bed but planted with lovely roses, cacti and orchids… She hopped down to chat with the family about their little Garden of Eden.
ONE early summer day Cecilia Lindqvist was cycling beside a lake in the oldest part of Beijing. She noticed a garden outside an old house, perhaps no bigger than a king-size bed but planted with lovely roses, cacti and orchids. She hopped down to chat with the family about their little Garden of Eden.
