Have you ever truly experienced the spring of life?
Do you have any unspeakable regrets in your life?
Have you ever thought about going back to those bygone green years again?
If you had a chance to go back in time in a new role,
Can you live a better life?
That... Impossible chess game
Can that... Broken-winged goose fly again?
Those years... How much time flies by, how many stars shine, how many flowers bloom and fall... Now the stars have changed, things have changed, the beauty is getting older, and the beard is getting whiter; but what I never forget is the white moonlight at the age of eighteen, the fragrance of youthful flowers, the pursuit of two innocent and flawless young hearts.
Table of Contents (Part 1): "Water Dragon Song" Wild Geese Flying South
The lone wild goose folds its wings by the lake, and the past is like smoke in the mirror.
Melodious music, Zhilan elegant room, lingering together.
Fish leap at night and talk, the flaming coast is like a spring breeze.
In the song, roses bloom under the floating clouds? On the teaching field, that touch of red.
Seeing impermanence under the rainbow light, knowing the spirit of change, aging in new bottles?
New wild geese are flying south, dancing gracefully, and the south of the Yangtze River is green in spring.
Enjoy three cups of nectar, white flower sake, and the sound of candle shadow and wind.
Table of Contents (Part 2): "Water Dragon Song" "Phoenix Dance"
The phoenix bravely breaks through the sky, and the clear water is rippled with red lotus flowers.
The beautiful sound is clear, the yellow sun shines brightly on the moon, and the dragon pond is in flames.
Moses chased the waves, fire from the heavens in the ten directions melted the frost and turned it into snow.
Under such auspicious clouds, where is the beauty? The moon in the water, the dream of flowers in the mirror.
Taixu talks to you again, the haze has gone, why should I be afraid anymore?
Whispering under the moon, playing the piano and recalling dreams, sending them to the other shore.
Look at the blue sea and clear sky, fluttering wings in the sky, and the beautiful red clouds.
Purpose: I would like to dedicate this humble work to the eternal angel—dear Helen.
