金色茉莉花

Pine wind breaks the tea smoke, among piled white clouds, immortals sleep. Unaware, the dream rises to those years, under the village gate tree, the elder telling old tales, those supernatural stories and fox spirits and mountain monsters that stunned children, neither true nor illusory, strange yet romantic, still felt wonderfully marvelous. … Three old books, ten thousand subscriptions; "I Never Intended to Become an Immortal" over sixty thousand average subscriptions, sold print and digital publishing rights, film and television rights, animation rights, the author rarely abandons serials, quality guaranteed, read with confidence.