Once Across the Vast Sea, No Water Can Compare

"Five Poems of Parting Thoughts" is a famous set of quatrains mourning the death of his wife, written by the renowned Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen. Using the metaphorical technique of "using objects to express emotions," the poet praises the deep love between husband and wife and expresses his unwavering love and profound longing for his deceased wife, Wei Cong.

Having read your work, let me quote the author's afterword: "Romance without being vulgar, beautiful without being gaudy, tragic without being depressing." I loved this story; it flowed smoothly, the writing was beautiful, and it was fantastic!

Wow, your writing really touched me! The writing is smooth, with a touch of warmth and a hint of melancholy, which is just my style!

I admire my faded makeup reflected in the morning mirror, my hairpins and ornaments smudged with green silk. In a moment, the sun shines on her rouge-colored cheeks, and a red perilla flower seems to melt away. A mountain spring meanders around the steps, and ten thousand peach blossoms reflect in the small building.

I admire my faded makeup reflected in the morning mirror, my hairpins and ornaments smudged with green silk. In a moment, the sun shines on her rouge-colored cheeks, and a red perilla flower seems to melt away. A mountain spring meanders around the steps, and ten thousand peach blossoms reflect in the small building.

I admire my faded makeup reflected in the morning mirror, my hairpins and ornaments smudged with green silk. In a moment, the sun shines on her rouge-colored cheeks, and a red perilla flower seems to melt away. A mountain spring meanders around the steps, and ten thousand peach blossoms reflect in the small building.

I admire my faded makeup reflected in the morning mirror, my hairpins and ornaments smudged with green silk. In a moment, the sun shines on her rouge-colored cheeks, and a red perilla flower seems to melt away. A mountain spring meanders around the steps, and ten thousand peach blossoms reflect in the small building.

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What kind of story are you trying to tell? I must say, the beginning was fine, but the middle part became a bit confusing. However, I could see the author's progress between the lines. Beautiful poetry, first-person narration—all of this could evoke the heart of an artistic young woman.