Floating Clouds Bloom

Bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, the New Year has arrived. Under the golden and red glazed tiles flying over the eaves, the wind chimes and the paper kites in the sunset are soothing and melodious. The incense burner in the room is smelling fine ambergris, and the refreshing breath fills the entire Nuan Pavilion. In the quiet study room, only the rustle of a soft pen dipping in ink could be heard. The big golden four bells flank Fujin, and Uranala's famous orchid is looking down at the few lines of vigorous calligraphy on the gold-painted dragon-patterned palace paper: "When the cold comes, the wind is tight, the clouds and snow are flying, and the horses' hoofs are trampling, for whom are the mountains and rivers mourning? The beacon fire outside Shanhaiguan, the white eagle looks in the distance, the Jade Gate passes, and I am alone in the dream. There is a saying, the heart is still there, and the person who is in love is still in despair." On the paper on the side, Xue Tao continued some fragments of sentences with a gentle face, but they were not finished. For a long time, "Why don't you continue writing?" Huang Taiji stared at her face as white as jade. She looked back and smiled, her eyes sparkling, "Do you really want to write it down?" Huang Taiji was confused and just nodded slightly in agreement. After thinking for a moment, he slowly picked up the pen, and the ink dots spread across the paper: Who are you born to be? Who do you sigh for? The white silk was scattered in tears. －－－－－－－－－－－－ PS: I would like to thank my dear Fuxi Xiaoxuanzi in Hualing Changge for the beautiful cover... I love you so much... Dear...