The melodious flute sounded.
The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water becomes the same color as the sky. Amidst the clear sound of the flute, there are autumn geese flying overhead, their wings spread, flying thousands of miles, soaring freely between the sky, the earth and the sky. The wind was blowing, the clouds were blowing, and the reeds were flying. Yan Chasan stared at the tall, handsome and high-spirited Bai Yutang in front of him, and the past flashed through his mind.
How lucky he was to meet this young and outstanding man, as proud and arrogant as a lonely goose.
PS: It has been more than a year since I published this article in Jinjiang. After the first chapter of this article was published, the number of words in the column reached one million. I am posting this article as a souvenir.
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