Otherworldly Collector

The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. At this moment, I am sitting in a pavilion on the river. In the south of the Yangtze River, hibiscus is like rain and willows are like eyebrows, quiet and gentle. Even the dazzling sunshine seems gentle here. Under the bridge, hold a small boat to the end of the lotus pond. The delicate water lilies are reflected in the water, hazy like a dream. Strolling on the bluestone bricks, leaning against the willows and the clear water of the river. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.