The melia blossoms scatter over the steps, their delicate fragrance drifting softly.
The plum rains pass, and the apple-mallow breeze rises. My feelings follow the Xiang River into the distance; my dreams circle the emerald peaks of Wu.
Weary of the qin and books, I am roused from sleep by a partridge's call beside the south window.
No one can receive my secret feelings. Who can wash away this hidden sorrow?
Beside the slender bamboos, behind the sparse curtains, the song ends and dust settles on the fan; the dance is over, and the breeze lifts my sleeves.
After everyone has left, a pale crescent hangs in a sky clear as water.
Qian Qiusui, Xie Yi
Xie Yi, courtesy name Wuyi, art name Xitang, was from the south of Linchuan City. He was upright and principled, and would not curry favor with the powerful. He once wrote three hundred poems about butterflies. One contained such a fine line that people called him "Xie the Butterfly."
Xiao Tuan'er's column
Mr. Tuanzi, I'm still waiting to read this~ When will you update~
This article really made me cry my eyes out... At night 2. I cried so much that there was a tissue on the bedside table, ugh...
The little dog was so happy that he came here and found that he couldn't laugh the whole time...
Tears. . . I really like the writing style, even though it doesn't have a happy ending. . .
By the way, it feels good... The taste...
Oh yo yo, it turns out that I have witnessed some bloody things with my own eyes. Chop it up or something...
Duanzi, you are X. I read the opening chapter twice before I was sure that she had indeed swallowed the charcoal. Wouldn't she die? Won't he die? What had happened to her? So torture yourself. Tuanzi really can't wait to use cruel methods on his protagonist every time.
Uh... Uh... Uh... It's really a text for practice. I read it...
It seems that Tuanzi is determined to go further and further down the road of abusive writing.
Um... I X, I X, please stop emphasizing the word "weak woman".
In fact, I almost can't stand it any longer. This kind of torture is mindless. It's pointless to torture for the sake of torture.
Okay, I admit I overreacted.
The article is too good to say anything, but because it is so good, I am doubly disappointed. My heart is broken.
Mr. Tuanzi, I'm still waiting to read this~ When will you update~
This article really made me cry my eyes out... At night 2. I cried so much that there was a tissue on the bedside table, ugh...
The little dog was so happy that he came here and found that he couldn't laugh the whole time...
Tears. . . I really like the writing style, even though it doesn't have a happy ending. . .
By the way, it feels good... The taste...
Oh yo yo, it turns out that I have witnessed some bloody things with my own eyes. Chop it up or something...
Duanzi, you are X. I read the opening chapter twice before I was sure that she had indeed swallowed the charcoal. Wouldn't she die? Won't he die? What had happened to her? So torture yourself. Tuanzi really can't wait to use cruel methods on his protagonist every time.
Uh... Uh... Uh... It's really a text for practice. I read it... It seems that Tuanzi is determined to go further and further down the road of abusive writing.
Um... I X, I X, please stop emphasizing the word "weak woman". In fact, I almost can't stand it any longer. This kind of torture is mindless. It's pointless to torture for the sake of torture. Okay, I admit I overreacted.
The article is too good to say anything, but because it is so good, I am doubly disappointed. My heart is broken.