That year, he was holding a bamboo flute, sitting on the back of a lowing ox, closing his eyes and playing a long spring song. He was gentle, handsome, cool and elegant. He always has an aura of pride that sets him apart from others. Although he is a noble man, he still wanders into the muddy world as a white lotus, and he seems to be enjoying it.
In this hazy season of mist and rain, I am alone, with only the green bamboos for company. Zhuyun, you have been to Jiangnan, have you forgotten the "Jiangnan" here?
I often walk alone among the slits of green bamboos, filled with the elegant fragrance of bamboo, which seems to be the strands of fragrance that the bamboo charm always carries. Every time I smell it, I feel that the bamboo charm is still with me, just like before. When I open my eyes, the bamboo forest is empty and the sound of birds is silent.
It took me a year to recall the bamboo flute, the bamboo rhyme, and what I had forgotten. But bamboo rhyme, why don't you come back?
I met him in my dreams every night, but when I woke up, I only had an empty mind.
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