The Romantic and Free God

The sunshine is like a blanket, the fallen leaves are flying slightly, I am sad and alone on the west ridge, thinking about the sky south and south, and recalling the evening wind in the pond. " Xiling Mountain is towering into the clouds, shrouded in clouds and mist, with lush trees, towering ancient trees in the forest, thick shade covering the ground, surrounded by peaks, and evergreen all year round. There is a Mingyue Lake at the foot of the mountain, about a hundred miles long and a hundred feet wide, with rippling blue water. A white-faced middle-aged scholar wearing a green hat and gray clothes sat on a huge rock. He couldn't help but sigh when he thought that he had not been recognized for his talent. After twenty years of seeking fame, he could only win the title of scholar. Especially when I think about being married to my wife for ten years and not having a son or a daughter, I feel even more disheartened. This scholar's real surname was Zhang, with the character "Sheng" in his name. His ancestors had held an official position in the court. Although he had read poetry and books since he was a child, he had limited qualifications and had no hope of an official career. It was a nice day at dawn, so Zhang Sheng walked slowly from home to the foot of Xiling Mountain, sat on a stone, leaned against a willow tree, and took a short nap in the warm sunshine. Until the day..... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.