We never know how precious it is to meet until we part and learn sorrow. The bamboo shoots creak as they break through the earth, and the slanting sun shines over old Pingzhou. Tonight, wild winds strip the trees bare. Tomorrow night, mountains will stretch far and waters run deep. The night after, I will already be in another land. My hometown seems farther away now. How can I ever stop coming and going?
Wine can be bought, flowers can be purchased, and the moon can be asked to stay. Sober from lovesickness, I wake to fallen blossoms at the fifth watch. I still remember the sparse plum blossoms' shadows, a flute's purple notes fluttering through the air, as we stood together beside the mighty river. This parting will last less than a month, yet that month will feel like a thousand autumns.
Hello~ I have bought your physical book "The Deed of Death and Life", and I would like to ask if there is another text or body book about the extra "Magpie Bridge" in it? OWO
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