"This street is the busiest in the city. I heard from an old friend that a haiku poet once passed by this place by chance and wrote a poem: "The lights are not dim yet, the wax moon and snowflakes are falling, dancing with the cherry blossoms all night. "Hence the name "Flower Dance Street"."
I crossed his arms and looked into his brown eyes: "Master, you also have beautiful eyes. I can see them. There is a brilliance in them that only shines when you are constantly chasing your dreams."
+About+
Non-spoilers.
This short story is a birthday greeting to this young boy on December 5, 2011.
This is the first article I tried to write in an alternate historical context after being pointed out by my 9th and 10th grade Chinese literature tutors that I was lacking in ancient literature.
I have just begun to have a vague idea of the theme and style I want to create.
I no longer lament the poignant love and express my sorrow, but turn to the first article describing dreams and ideals, as well as lifestyle and attitude.
So please read the text.
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