Why does the brocade zither have fifty strings, each string and bridge recalling the years of youth?
Zhuangzi dreamed at dawn and lost himself in a butterfly; the heartbroken king entrusted his yearning to the cuckoo.
By the moonlit sea, pearls are wet with tears; in the warm sun over Lantian, jade gives off smoke.
Could this feeling be remembered someday? Even then, it was already bewildering.
Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty
Tired of practicing calligraphy, Zhijin flung a handful of goat-hair brushes away. Someone cried out beyond the wall, “Ah!” Zhijin leaned over to look. A bright-eyed, handsome young gentleman rubbed his forehead. Their eyes met, and they smiled; in that instant, time stood still forever.
Fireworks... Red, yellow, blue, and white sparks shot up one after another, dazzling for an instant before vanishing. Zhijin's little face flushed with excitement as she clapped and laughed and shouted. Xiao San ran with her along the city wall, their hair tousled across their foreheads and temples. Yet reflected in each other's eyes were shimmering tenderness and blazing light, their pupils alight with the brilliant fireworks.
Prince Xuan smiled as his bloodstained fingers brushed the jade-green Ningyu, their entwined necks and secret clasp forming an auspicious dragon-and-phoenix design. Bright red blood spread across it, bringing back that slightly drunken night, the candle shadows, and Zhijin's flushed little face beneath the bridal veil, her smile half-lit and half-hidden...
In that moment, he chose the one and only person he would love for the rest of his life.
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It made me want to cry. The author of 55555 replied: Hearing this, I laughed... Thank you for your touching...