Dreaming of Xiaoxiang

Memories of Jiangnan: Dreaming Back to Xiaoxiang

A broken heart perishes. Why lament a life so brief? Fierce winds and pouring rain carry me away. On the blood-red riverbank, two boats drift through the dust. In another life, may we meet again amid the storms.

The sights of Xiaoxiang: Last night, I sat there once more. Dancing, I painted a few blossoms in the breeze. Fine rain fell by the tower, and winding paths stretched far and wide. The dream has already faded into the Southern Branch.

Out of my love for classical poetry and the vivid dreams that come to me, I wrote this novel, Dreaming Back to Xiaoxiang. I hope you'll share it and show your support! Your encouragement and praise would mean the world to me!