"The wind blows in the late forest, leaving no sound. I let it gallop by, but I am elegant. The late Qing Dynasty is also the Qing Dynasty. It is a good name, but I am one year older than Song Yanzhi, can I call you 'Buanwan'?"
When he called my name, his voice was deep and low. It was like the morning bells and evening drums of the ancient temple in the distant mountains that I heard when I was resting on the bluestone at the foot of Hanshan Temple the year before last. It is fresh and moist without losing its charm, as if it is going to hit the bottom of the heart, making people tremble and understand.