Chapter 444: 673 chapters, you are

673 chapters, you are

673 chapters, you are

You are the little bird beneath the eaves at dusk.

You sing with a low, soft chant.

Taking away my dim, lonely solitude.

You are the bright moon before the window at midnight.

Your beautiful illusion.

You warm my icy verses of the Classic of Poetry.

You are the gorgeous red morning sun.

You use fragrant lines of the Classic of Poetry.

Igniting the dawn of my life.