Song of the Wine Spring

This was also the time for the trend-setters to show off their skills. Each of them wore their hair down and had their bodies painted with literary talent. They held on to large colorful flags sewn from ten large pieces of silk. They mustered up their courage and went against the surging tide, swimming in and out of the huge waves, waving the flags and leaping. Their bodies changed in various postures, showing excellent skills, and the lower corners of the colorful flags were not wet at all. They showed people how great their skills were! I believe that their majestic appearance will make the tourists look forward to it. They will also receive bursts of applause from the tourists. After watching the tide, I often dreamed of that majestic scene. Now I have said goodbye to such a situation, but in my dreams, I play back it repeatedly, feeling the indescribable grace and feeling of the exciting moment. I linger in it and cannot forget it... After waking up from the dream, I was filled with fear and desolation. The frightening feeling was even more difficult for me to let go and forget than the sight of watching the tide. But I can never go back to that time. The past life was so evocative, nostalgic, and reminiscing! How can we know the desolation of today? I wish to stay in a dream forever and never wake up...

… Speechless…

… Speechless…