I haven't written in ages, so consider this practice. I'll try to update every other day.
At the Zui Zhuang Pavilion, there was a zither player who played beneath the moon, as otherworldly as an immortal. Leaning against the railing, he drank until the butterflies across the whole city danced in his wake.
At Prince Rui's residence, there was an idle man who rode through the streets, his red sleeves fluttering as he beckoned. Dancing among the fragrant shadows, he too drew butterflies from across the city to follow him.
Perhaps someone happened to catch that fleeting glimpse through drunken, hazy eyes.
And so came these lines:
Why care for pear blossoms, pale as two taels of silver? By the wine, I lean on the railing and tip my cup.
I long to return, though spring is nearly gone; instead, the peach blossoms have stirred my heart.
Ten years ago, the Mu family vanished overnight, yet no one dared speak of it. Everyone lived in fear.
The lake's bone-chilling waters became Mu Ning's nightmare, but in that dream, the flames could never be put out.
If I have to rely on something, then I can only rely on you!
Your Highness, can you let me live?
Li Wuyun, I want you to live without sorrow or anger, illness or misfortune, and to be happy year after year.
Note:
1. Chronic procrastinator.
2. Beginner writing.
3. If you don't like it, please don't flame me.
4. Corrections are welcome.
5. Thank you, everyone.
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