As the setting sun sets in the west, I visit a lonely monk in a thatched hut.
Where are the fallen leaves? How many floors is Hanyun Road?
I'm knocking the chime alone at night, leaning against a vine.
In the dust of the world, I would rather love or hate.
This article is a pseudo-palace, part rivers and lakes, part marketplace, pseudo-history, true romance, and a daydream. This article is a slow read. Readers who like to listen to flowers can make a cup of tea and read it slowly.
The computer is completely repaired and is being updated~
This article has been put on hold for now and will be written next year.
= =Forgive me. . . I have a new idea, so this article is a mess. . . . .
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