The Boy (Three Autumn Orchids Side Story: The Years of Youth, Part One)

Preface For no reason, the ornate zither has fifty strings; each string, each bridge, recalls the years of youth. Zhuangzi dreamed at dawn of becoming a butterfly; Emperor Wang entrusted his longing to the cuckoo. The moon shines over the sea, and pearls shed tears; in the warmth of the sun at Lantian, jade breathes out mist. Can this feeling be recalled? Even then, I was already lost in bewilderment. Theme: