The Phoenix Flute Sings of Twin Blossoms

The phoenix bears the autumn luan across the western river,

The flute's melody drifts into a sorrowful heart.

Purple stains the mountains and rivers, snow stretching for a thousand miles,

Yet it cannot fill the hundred-foot painted beams.

A cup of muddy wine, facing the vast expanse,

I ask the world: where does the mortal realm lie?

When love runs deepest, all that remains is hurt,

As fate begins and ends, we sigh at the moon's chill.

By Ye Zi, original work. Piracy will be punished.

Once upon a time, there was an old woman who sold melons. Her surname was Wang.

People asked Granny Wang, “Are your melons sweet?”

She replied, “Oh, they sure are! I'm not bragging, but these melons are as sweet as can be!”

Ahem. Now there are two writers, as you can see, whose pen name is Shuang Quanjiu.

Someone asks, “Is this story sweet?”

We smile. “Sweet! How could it not be? It's a sweet story!”

Ahem... Is it sweet or not? Readers will have to find out for themselves.

First, thanks to Guozi. (Guozi bows once.)

Next, thanks to Ye Zi and Ye Zi's classmate Xiao Cao. (Ye Zi bows twice on behalf of them both.)

Lastly, this story will generally update three times a week, laying a solid foundation for what's to come. (Feng Xiao and big brother Zi Fei will both appear. Three bows.)

And finally, dear readers, a bow in return!

OK. What a harmonious society we live in!