That year, fallen blossoms made a beautiful sight.
Dust-covered memories lay buried in the blooming and fading of the ink lotus. It all felt like another lifetime. Who knew how the fleeting fragments of passing years could wash everything away?
Fortunately, they met. Beneath the tranquil beauty of the setting sun, their encounter was where it all began.
She looked up and fell into a pair of gentle, warm eyes.
He lowered his gaze too, captivated by a clear pool of eyes, black as ink.
Three stone steps lay between them as they gazed at one another, each seeing themselves reflected in the other's eyes.
The wind passed, and fallen blossoms rustled down.
That year's Wanggui Pavilion.
To look back was also to forget.
Through the mortal world we come and go. What fades is vanity; what endures is the soul.
Across mountains and rivers, what flutters is the age; what sinks into ruin is the human heart.
P.S.
My literary skills are still quite limited. With nothing but my clumsy pen, I can only speak idly of the rise and fall of splendor. I know there is much that may not meet your expectations, so I hope my fellow writers will be generous and bear with me. My gratitude is beyond words. Please send suggestions to: [email protected]
I came to see it again. . This time I looked more carefully. . The introduction is pretty good, with some potential. . To be slowly excavated. . . I feel like this word is a bit old-fashioned. . That's all, waiting for your follow-up post. Come on! Float away