Chapter 117: 201 chapters, a quiet night, a quiet lake

201 chapters, a quiet night, a quiet lake

2o1 chapters, a quiet night, a quiet lake

--Liu Guozong Spring Day Thirty-three

a at the lakeside of the quiet, empty mountain night, I began to play my own music; the stars in the sky, silently, gazed at the melody I played. In the busy daytime, hiding behind those stars, they were making their final farewell to me.

My heart kept calling out in the vast night, calling out for that uncertain tomorrow of flickering lights.

B "Be a good person." God said to me, a lifetime like a rose, in wind and rain, continually opening its beauty, spreading its fragrance. Let the world always smile at you, love you forever.

c How I long for my verses to become night's flowers, blooming in the quiet moonlight. When the weary occasionally admire, the beauty of my life can give a faint fragrance drifting into your dreams in the dark night.

d At the quiet lakeside, the lake listened to my whisper. Like water, moonlight sprinkled on the lake's waves; the waves gathered the mutually calling stars, and they were telling their respective stories.

"Stars, what are you saying? Is it the eternity of time, or the eternity of the world?"

Silent Shore awaited the reply.

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