Ancient Romance Short Chapters
Opening Stories from the Pages of an Old Dream is like pushing open a vermilion wooden door leading to days gone by. There is no clamor of a fast-paced world here, only fragments of stories yellowed by the passage of time.
There are water towns in Jiangnan, where a young woman holding an oil-paper umbrella brushes past a scholar in a rainy alley, the jade hairpin in her hair bearing the unspoken feelings she cannot confess. There are lonely plumes of smoke rising over the desert, where a swordsman drains his last cup of wine and turns toward the blowing sand, his sword bearing the grudges of the martial world left unresolved. There are deep, secluded courtyards, where an embroiderer unpicks and restitches a mandarin-duck handkerchief, while in the candlelight flickers the silent struggle against the constraints of feudal rites...
Opening "Stories in the Fragments of Old Dreams" is like opening a vermilion wooden door leading to the old time. There is no fast-paced hustle and bustle here, only fragments of stories that have been stained yellow by time—— There is the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, where a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella passes by a scholar in the rainy alley, and the jade hairpin hanging in her hair is the unspoken affection; there is the solitary smoke in the desert, where the knight takes the last sip of wine, turns and runs towards the wind and sand, and what is condensed on the sword is the unresolved grievances of the world; there is the courtyard of the deep house, where the mandarin duck handkerchief on the fingertips of the embroiderer is embroidered and removed, and what is shaking in the candlelight is the silent struggle under the feudal ethics... Each article is a legend buried by time, either poignant, humorous, or thrilling. Using the most concise words, it outlines the various customs of the ancient world, allowing you to immerse yourself in the joys and sorrows of the old dynasties. Through fragmented reading, you can pick up those dreams scattered in the long river of time.