"Stay." I heard the sound of crisp fallen leaves being trampled to pieces. It's a water mirror. The woman who was about to get married to me told me on the day she got engaged to me that she had known me for a long time. She said she knew Mo Ji, a girl in white clothes with long hair, gentle and lovely, who could play a piece of music as lingering and clear as the flowing water in March in the south of the Yangtze River. Then I laughed and she asked me: "Chi Yangsu, I have wanted to be your bride for a long time. Will you marry me?"...
From the endless blooming mountain flowers and the faint scent of grass, I knew that was my brother, the figure in white clothes standing with a sword in hand. Every time I wake up from a dream, I always smile and watch the trees in the Huajian Valley bloom with green leaves and the large tracts of flowers spreading wantonly. The sky is always bright light blue, flowing low into the distance. The slightly green stream has flower petals blown by the wind flowing down...
Quinoa, we will meet, for sure. On the horizon where the endless blooming flowers blend with the brocade-like sunset, we will smile, always and forever...
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