“The rain beneath the eaves lets up; shadows linger at the window, lamplight flickers. The boat rocks gently, ripples spread, willows lean. Where has my beloved gone? Geese turn back, passing over the River of Forgetfulness. Amid misty waters and the sound of oars, when shall we raise a glass together? What is life, after all? Better to forget one another in the rivers and lakes.”
This is absolutely not a story that will be abandoned!!!!!! But it will be a very slow work in progress… I hope my readers will forgive me.
My writing is very rough, and my words quite immature.
I’m new to Jinjiang, so please be kind O(∩_∩)O~
