"Yang Ziming, please explain what kind of emotion it is to have unlimited love without words."
He stood up and straightened his back, "There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. My wife planted it when she died. Now it is like a canopy."
The scholar used a heavy stroke of ink to dazzle the magnificent love words on the paper fan, and the younger generation could only read them in silence, using others to express their condolences to the empty moon in the mirror.
Remember the poetry of taking just one gourd to drink in the long river of time.
There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. My wife planted it the year she died. It is now as tall as a canopy. ——Excerpted from "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi" by Gui Youguang
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