I'm Drifting into the Golden Wind
by Dongzhu
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Butterflies, flying from the west. Hundreds of Zhuangzhou flew towards me. This is a wonder that I have never booked. I can't afford the down payment. My money has been pouring out like a waterfall for growth. In the world, only Zhuang Zhou can help each other freely with butterflies. But, here it comes. Not a single butterfly came to me in advance to collect customs, visit incense, report news, or complain about spirits. Nor is there a wild flower for its special invitation. But, here they come. They just flew over with all kinds of amazing sounds. Certainly not in passing - they come at just the right time. At this time, I left the house cleansed, not burdened with an inch of lovesickness, the whole courtyard was filled with beauty, and I was the master. The sun makes my scalp itchy, like little scent-stealing bugs that have lost their way in the roots of my hair, longing for the wind to blow it. The fragrance of flowers and the buzzing were mixed together, and the buzzing could not penetrate the fragrance of flowers.
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