He watched as the woman in the courtyard danced in search of her lover, a figure from her past.
He felt like a ghost in another world, so close yet unseen and unable to speak.
Intense emotions waxed heavy in his chest.
In the end, he felt as if he would explode. As the woman curled up on the ground, clutching the withered petals, the last notes fell into silence.
Suddenly, his hand moved!
Li Shi, who had been severely repressed, grabbed the brush on the table like a bolt of lightning, soaked it in ink and wrote down all his bottled-up emotions and feelings, infusing them into the thick ink.
There's a saying—
Searching and seeking, desolate and despaired, chillingly sorrowful. When it's briefly warm yet suddenly cold, it's the hardest to keep still. A few cups of light wine can't compare to the gusty winds of late night! As the geese fly by, it breaks the heart. Yet, it's an old acquaintance.
