Many years later, when Bai Suxi visited Xuanzhou again and stood under the willow pavilion, the catkins were flying in the breeze, the ripples of Wushui were light, and the children were boating and playing among the reeds. The world was peaceful and happy. The voice of a master who taught in a private school came to my ears. It was the poem written by the prefect of Xuancheng during the Tianqi period, "I know the boat returning to the sky, and the trees on the river can be seen in the clouds."
Bai Suxi was startled, with a kind of sadness that seemed to be from another world. He remembered that under the Xiliu Pavilion, the man had looked so intently into the distance. The sweet-scented osmanthus fell on the dark green clothes, and he looked back with a clear smile, like a beautiful peach blossom. Maybe it was that one glance that lasted ten thousand years, and that person's picturesque features were engraved in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it, making him turn around and fall in love with him.
Bai Suxi sighed softly, with a hint of sadness and sourness. It was ridiculous that he had introduced that person as his confidant, but in fact he never understood him. With some reluctance, he took in the beautiful scenery of Wuhu. This may also be his last visit to Xuanzhou. I heard the guard beside me call out, "Your Majesty, have you remembered Mr. Xia?"
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Six years later, I was worried about this year. I was drunk and dreaming while sleeping on a pillow of yellow rice.
Intention: fairness and justice in the heart, responsibility on the body, love and freedom.