The Eastern Hermit

This is really beautiful. Although it was ordinary But it was very comfortable to watch. And I even cried a little while watching it.

I still wouldn't dare call it a book review... The saying goes, "Heaven and Earth are one pot," meaning these six lifetimes and a hundred years of reincarnation are actually the finest wine Heaven brewed for Mingqiu. Why does Heaven repeatedly take away what she loves? Is it truly Heaven's cruelty? No, one learns to cherish what one has lost, especially since this love was so hard-won. For Mingqiu, someone who walks through the cycles of reincarnation and cannot be attached to anyone else, the depth of their love is all the more profound… Upon closer examination, it truly is rich and far-reaching. A hut built in the east, gazing at the sunflowers, a sorrowful sight… This wine is probably the most fragrant I've ever tasted before I turned twenty... (Using ellipses too often doesn't seem right...)

I didn't like Touhou at first, well, and now I only know a little bit about it. Why? Because I felt that Touhou was essentially a story of a bunch of old ladies bullying a shameless shrine maiden. ==, Don't you think so? What about Yakumo, what about Second Aunt, what about Huo Xianzi, what about Yuuka, what about Yagokoro, Hijiri Byakuren... Right? Now I'm trying to understand and get to know Touhou because of this book, and I have to say, it's a good book, really, a good book.

I don't know how many years ago I read it, it was probably around 2015, the first Touhou fanfiction I ever read, a masterpiece!! Nostalgia, nostalgia...

It's so beautiful it makes my brain tremble. Thank you for such a wonderful and beautiful work. Everyone's vision of Gensokyo is unique and diverse, making it difficult to agree on one another. However, the Gensokyo depicted in your work evokes a deep longing in people. I yearn for a fantasy world where the ordinary is tinged with sadness, the sadness contains joy, and the joy is filled with touching moments. Thank you again.

I wouldn't dare call this a book review... I just want to thank the author for creating such a novel. The simplicity conveyed between the lines is truly refreshing and gentle, like a crystal-clear lake with a calm surface yet gentle ripples... This is my most honest feeling... Then I present my humble work, and thank the author once again for bringing us "The Hermit of the East". A hundred flowers bloom in the morning sun, and a golden phoenix cries. A swirling, ethereal fragrance pierces the wings. He built his hut in the east and saw the wind rise. This is clearly the place where the autumn flowers stand. ... I humbly request the author and all the experts to provide corrections.

I thought about it... I originally planned to use Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Wine," poem number five, but then I gave up and decided to use the full text instead... But... Drinking alone? Drinking amidst a world of clarity? Or perhaps drinking turbid wine in a half-awake, half-dreaming state? Well... The meaning is actually quite simple... A gentle spring flows into a murky world... Though it will eventually return to turbidity... It gives one a feeling of purity and tranquility... A sense of appreciating the beauty of the world, right? Well... It certainly evokes thoughts and feelings... Main text: Drinking Firstly Prosperity and decline are not fixed; we share them with one another. Shao Sheng's melon patch is nothing like the time of Dongling! The cycle of seasons, both hot and cold, is ever-present in human life. Those who understand will comprehend it, and will have no further doubts. Suddenly, we shared a cup of wine, and spent our days and nights in joyful companionship. Secondly Good deeds will be rewarded; Yi Shu is now in the Western Mountains. If good and evil cannot be reconciled, what is the point of making empty pronouncements? Ninety years of hardship, with ropes tied around their necks; hunger and cold were their circumstances back then. If not for his steadfast integrity in poverty, who will remember him for generations to come? Third The Way has been lost for a thousand years, yet everyone cherishes its memory. He refused to drink the wine, caring only for his reputation. Therefore, is it not worth valuing my own body, but rather for a lifetime? How many times in a lifetime can one experience such a thing? Life is fleeting, like a flash of lightning. What will one achieve by maintaining this position for the next hundred years? Fourth A lone bird, separated from its flock, still flies alone at dusk. Wandering aimlessly, the sound grows ever more sorrowful each night. The piercing sound echoes far and wide, its coming and going filled with lingering melancholy. Because it is a lone pine tree, it folds its wings and returns from afar. Strong winds may extinguish the flourishing trees, but this shade alone remains evergreen. Having found my place, I will remain faithful for a thousand years. Fifth I built my hut in the midst of human habitation, yet there is no noise of carriages and horses. How can you be like this? When the heart is far away, the place naturally becomes secluded. Picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence, I leisurely gaze at the Southern Mountains. The mountain air is beautiful at sunset, and birds fly back to their nests together. The true meaning lies within, but words fail me in trying to articulate it.

Six votes offered! Minako is so cute, why isn't she popular?!

Why did Yuuki die? Author, give me an explanation!

Why does Yuuka ask Haku to call her Aoi in front of him? Haku is really good at building up her affection, and there's always this strange atmosphere between them that no one else can get in... 🤓