The Whim of Spring

The peach blossoms sway in the breeze, their fragrant petals scattered. Flowers fill the curtains with their scent. Why does gazing at the blossoms bring such sorrow? Quietly, I do not understand the meaning of the spring breeze.

The window lies beneath the parasol leaves. At dusk, a fine rain falls. Memories of the past come to mind as I lie before my pillow. Alone, how can I sleep?

-- Ouyang Xiu, "A Fallen Leaf"

A thought from five years ago inspired me to write a few words. There weren't many, and I never finished, so this is an abandoned project. Enter at your own risk!

After all these years, I dug it out and revised it. I'm posting it as a way to motivate myself to keep writing.

I originally wanted to call it "Romance and Moonlight," but the System wouldn't allow it, so I had to change the title.

I have several other stories I started long ago but never finished. I'll post them after I gradually organize and revise them.

I can't possibly update them all at once, but seeing them will remind me that I still have lots of stories to write.

Well, you may see some new stories appear in my profile over time. They're all abandoned projects, so enter at your own risk! Seriously, enter at your own risk!

Theme: A romantic love story