
About This Novel
Laughing at life as a dream, hurting but parting two lovers, running around with no leisure, returning home after a few drinks, hurting myself with all kinds of resentment, playing the piano under the pine and listening to the music at ease, the fallen leaves drifting away with the flowing water, the ancient trees were never afraid of the wind. What can I do if my beard and hair are all white? Just because you can't ask for longevity.
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