Dew, Blossoms, and Rain
Dew, blossoms, and rain beneath a hazy moon.
A rugged road, mountains and rivers rising one after another,
cutting through brambles, dreaming with blade and sword,
riding the wind and breaking the waves to find the rainbow.
Chivalrous hearts and tender souls, merits left behind,
rural scenery unchanged through the four seasons,
distant mountains cloaked in emerald, serene and secluded,
waterside pavilions nearby, rich with the warmth of everyday life.
He walked beneath the moon, and she came bearing dew. Amid rugged mountains and rivers, he cut through brambles and battled the wind, weaving a young man's dream with blade and sword. She concealed her edge behind gentle manners, weaving a quiet strength deep within her heart. He saw every rainbow and settled every grudge, only to learn that a chivalrous heart ultimately needs a tender soul to guide it home. She brushed away the dust and frost and found a place to belong, only to learn that a tender soul, too, can bear a chivalrous heart. He laid down his sword and withdrew from the world; she stayed beneath her umbrella. Among verdant distant mountains, they found a peaceful country life through all four seasons, and listened to the warm bustle of human life in the cooking smoke rising from waterside homes. The tribulations they had endured became a curtain of hazy blossoms and rain.
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