我的征尘是星辰大海。。。
The dirt and dust from my pilgrimage forms oceans of stars...
-------当记忆的篇章变得零碎，当追忆的图片变得模糊，我们只能求助于数字存储的永恒的回忆
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第九章，词集斗新，诉衷情与七律，修订版，第九日，清塘案上摆着本泛黄的漱玉词，他先翻开寻寻觅觅那页，填了却诉衷情起题。 残书一夜染尘烟，独霸意难安。 易安词里愁绪，谁与共分担。 秉前客且留言解眉弯。 赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来，诉衷情，瓶中倩影赛易安，惹我意难平。 千金买得一笑，胜读十年经。 词太苦，句太寒，不适合卿。 朱门酒暖，宝马香车，才配方言。 紧跟着火箭连珠特效，一串接一串炸在屏幕上。 轻弹指尖抚过刺激封面，笑着回了却诉衷情。 公子错解易安篇，愁里有清欢。 何须朱门暖酒，墨里自春寒。 词虽苦，意非完，耐人看。 赵公子看的乐乐，又刷了10个火箭。 堂堂解词比易安还妙。 王总的诉衷情来的实在，带着商人的盘算。 半生浪迹阅人多，难得见清和。 易安词里愁绪，我愿替轻磨。 金作盾，玉为珂，护娇娥。 休提风骨，莫论清浊，安稳最妥。 清塘将王总的词默念一遍，和了去。 君言替我磨愁绪，心意已收存。 何须金盾玉珂，轻距可防身。 风骨在，浊难清，自安平。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭。 弹幕里王总贴心的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着那本漱玉词，想起自己床头那本手抄本，纸页都翻卷了边。 敲出一阕诉衷情，庭前重读易安词，字字动心脾。 清愁不似俗客，但却绕长思。 人欲醉意难持，怕情痴。 他年若得相逢，共品残篇，同话当时。 清棠念到共品残篇时，眼底泛起微光，提笔续道：案头旧卷染尘泥，一读一痴迷，易安风 古如在，照我寸心低。 金可弃，玉能离，守清瓷。 秉忠信有知我，不叹零丁，莫问归期。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词意相契，填了首七律来争。 易安词好太悲戚，不如笙歌最惊席。 我有高楼藏美眷，何须苦读救残疾。 书生空有痴心句，换不来卿半眼腻。 若肯随吾抛笔墨，荣华富贵与天齐。 清塘回了首七律，笔风清雅却坚定。 高楼笙歌虽热闹，不及残书一夜香。 易安悲戚藏风骨，不是寻常儿女长。 此句能消心上火，荣华难抵意中良。 若为浮名抛真性，纵有千金也觉荒。 王总也续了七律，语气里带了几分劝诱。 莫学易安苦自持，人生在世要及时。 金珠能解千般困，诗句难填半肚饥。 我有良田盈万顷，愿分一半与卿栖。 休将风骨比生计，安稳方为第一诗。 清塘荷了首七律，易安苦自池中乐，不向尘俗折寸长。 金珠能解三餐困，诗句能消万古荒。 良田万顷虽堪羡，不及同心半句长。 若把安稳抛真性，纵居华屋也彷徨。 林艳秋看着不及童心半句长，想起自己啃泡面改稿的夜晚，敲出一首七律。 易安风骨沁心脾，不向朱门折腰肢。 词若有灵通肺腑，今虽无意扰神思。 秉中性得知音赏，笔下何愁短句迟。 纵使生涯如纸薄，轻言一句抵琼琚。 青堂念完，将他这首与自己的七律夹在术语词里。 轻声道，词集里的愁是真愁，饼前的暖也是真暖，易安若在，或许也会爱这热闹。 他合上书，明日煮新茶，论渔船尺素的意趣，三位可要来？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词折成小方块。 清塘的词像那本漱玉词，既容得下赵王的金珠雨，又载得住他的清巨星 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能懂古今的书斋。 他摸着那张写着底球迷的草稿，忽然觉得明天的虞书里该藏着更浓的期盼了。 第十章，虞书斗成，双鲤图与五律，修订版。 第十日，青棠展开双鲤图，水墨间的游鱼似要跃出屏来。 她先填了却五律起题。 莫系双鲤游，浮沉意自悠。 柄前谁解语，尺素寄清秋。 不必惊为尔，唯求怡自愁。 赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来。 五律观双鲤图，屏中双鲤戏，不及美人姿。 火箭堆成海，何愁尺素迟。 朱门春酒暖，画阁玉生吹。 若肯随吾去，余书皆可辞。 紧跟着帝王套礼物特效，金光漫过画中流水，晃得人眼晕。 青堂指尖点着鱼尾，笑着回了首五律。 公子笑于书，金堆意气舒。 双鲤飞贪饵，游心在江湖。 朱门春酒好，不及一句书。 赵公子看得眉开眼笑，又刷了10个火箭。 江湖太远，我给你造个池塘。 王总的五律来的沉稳，带着些江湖气的恳切。 久慕双鲤意，榆书寄寸心。 千金非所令，只盼一回音。 画里江湖远，屏前岁月深。 若蒙垂眷顾，不负此登临。 青堂望着画中江湖二字，合了首五律。 君言余书意，寸心已暗知。 千金非我盼，一语抵多时。 话里江湖浅，饼中岁月痴。 若能长相伴，何必问归期。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了20个火箭，弹幕里王总懂礼的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋看着图中香烛的双鲤，想起自己写了又改的私信，终 终究没发出去，敲出一首五律，水墨绘霜里，浮沉意自真。 尺素藏心久，并肩寄语频。 不羡金为尔，唯求识我灵。 他年若同游，共避世间尘。 清塘念道，惟求使我临时，指尖在鱼鳍上轻轻一点，提笔续道，双鲤戏清波，悠悠意若何。 金钩虽可饵，未必是心之所。 尺素传真情，何须问坎坷。 丙中有知己，胜却水中梭。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词中藏着相惜，填了首七绝来博。 鱼书怎比火箭快，尺素空传枉费才。 我有豪车停在外，何须隔水望双腮。 清塘回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 豪车虽快在尘俗，不及于书一缕清。 公子若知双鲤意，也应怜此水中情。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭。 水中情不如饼前清，王总也续了七绝，字字落在实处。 江湖险恶浪涛多，双鲤哪能避网罗？我住金池藏梅里，无风无语，任由歌。 清堂贺了首七绝，京池虽好少风波，怎及江湖自在歌。 若为安身失真性，纵无往古也蹉跎。 林艳秋看着自在歌三字，忽然觉得那画中的霜里像极了被框住的自己。 敲出一首七绝。 池中纵有黄金水，怎及江湖自在波。 若为真情抛尺素，纵然亡古也应过。 青堂念完，将这两首七绝贴在双鲤图两侧，轻声道，鱼有鱼的志向，人有人的选择，今日这双鲤算是遇着懂它的人了。 他卷起画轴，明日带些新制的笺纸来。 与三位写，见字如面，可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词铺在桌上。 清塘的词像那幅双鲤图，既容得下赵王的金池苑，又托得起他的江湖志。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能藏真心的画舫。 他摸着那张写着自在波的草稿，忽然觉得明天的笺纸上该落满更真的牵挂了。
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第九章，词集斗新，诉衷情与七律，修订版，第九日，清塘案上摆着本泛黄的漱玉词，他先翻开寻寻觅觅那页，填了一阕诉衷情起题。 残书一夜染尘烟，独霸意难安。 易安词里愁绪，谁与共分担。 屏前客且留言解眉弯。 赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来，诉衷情，瓶中倩影赛易安，惹我意难平。 千金买得一笑，胜读十年经。 词太苦，句太寒，不适合卿。 朱门酒暖，宝马香车，才配红颜。 紧跟着火箭连珠特效，一串接一串炸在屏幕上。 轻弹指尖抚过词籍封面，笑着回了一阕诉衷情。 公子错解易安篇，愁里有清欢。 何须朱门暖酒，墨里自春寒。 词虽苦，意非完，耐人看。 赵公子看得乐了，又刷了10个火箭。 堂堂解词比易安还妙。 王总的诉衷情来的实在，带着商人的盘算。 半生浪迹阅人多，难得见清和。 易安词里愁绪，我愿替轻磨。 金作盾，玉为珂，护娇娥。 休提风骨，莫论清浊，安稳最妥。 清塘将王总的词默念一遍，和了去。 君言替我磨愁绪，心意已收存。 何须金盾玉珂，清居可防身。 风骨在，浊难清，自安平。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭。 弹幕里王总贴心的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着那本漱玉词，想起自己床头那本手抄本，纸页都翻卷了边。 敲出一阕诉衷情，庭前重读易安词，字字动心脾。 清愁不似俗客，但却绕长思。 人欲醉意难持，怕情痴。 他年若得相逢，共品残篇，同话当时。 清塘念到共品残篇时，眼底泛起微光，提笔续道：案头旧卷染尘泥，一读一痴迷，易安风骨古如在，照我寸心低。 金可弃，玉能离，守清瓷。 秉忠信有知我，不叹零丁，莫问归期。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词意相契，填了首七律来争。 易安词好太悲戚，不如笙歌最惊席。 我有高楼藏美眷，何须苦读救残棋。 书生空有痴心句，换不来卿半眼睇。 若肯随吾抛笔墨，荣华富贵与天齐。 清塘回了首七律，笔风清雅却坚定。 高楼笙歌虽热闹，不及残书一夜香。 易安悲戚藏风骨，不是寻常儿女长。 此句能消心上火，荣华难抵意中良。 若为浮名抛真性，纵有千金也觉荒。 王总也续了七律，语气里带了几分劝诱。 莫学易安苦自持，人生在世要及时。 金珠能解千般困，诗句难填半肚饥。 我有良田盈万顷，愿分一半与卿栖。 休将风骨比生计，安稳方为第一诗。 清塘和了首七律，易安苦自池中乐，不向尘俗折寸长。 金珠能解三餐困，诗句能消万古荒。 良田万顷虽堪羡，不及同心半句长。 若把安稳抛真性，纵居华屋也彷徨。 林艳秋看着不及同心半句长，想起自己啃泡面改稿的夜晚，敲出一首七律。 易安风骨沁心脾，不向朱门折腰肢。 词若有灵通肺腑，今虽无意扰神思。 秉心得知音赏，笔下何愁短句迟。 纵使生涯如纸薄，轻言一句抵琼琚。 清塘念完，将他这首与自己的七律夹在漱玉词里。 轻声道，词集里的愁是真愁，屏前的暖也是真暖，易安若在，或许也会爱这热闹。 他合上书，明日煮新茶，论鱼传尺素的意趣，三位可要来？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词折成小方块。 清塘的词像那本漱玉词，既容得下赵王的金珠雨，又载得住他的清傲骨。这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能懂古今的书斋。 他摸着那张写着抵琼琚的草稿，忽然觉得明天的虞书里该藏着更浓的期盼了。 第十章，虞书斗成，双鲤图与五律，修订版。 第十日，清塘展开双鲤图，水墨间的游鱼似要跃出屏来。 他先填了一阕五律起题。 莫系双鲤游，浮沉意自悠。 屏前谁解语，尺素寄清秋。 不羡金为饵，唯求自在游。 赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来。 五律观双鲤图，屏中双鲤戏，不及美人姿。 火箭堆成海，何愁尺素迟。 朱门春酒暖，画阁玉生姿。 若肯随吾去，余书皆可辞。 紧跟着帝王套礼物特效，金光漫过画中流水，晃得人眼晕。 清塘指尖点着鱼尾，笑着回了首五律。 公子笑余书，金堆意气舒。 双鲤飞贪饵，游心在江湖。 朱门春酒好，不及一句书。 赵公子看得眉开眼笑，又刷了10个火箭。 江湖太远，我给你造个池塘。 王总的五律来的沉稳，带着些江湖气的恳切。 久慕双鲤意，鱼书寄寸心。 千金非所吝，只盼一回音。 画里江湖远，屏前岁月深。 若蒙垂眷顾，不负此登临。 清塘望着画中江湖二字，和了首五律。 君言鱼书意，寸心已暗知。 千金非我盼，一语抵多时。 话里江湖浅，屏中岁月痴。 若能长相伴，何必问归期。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了20个火箭，弹幕里王总懂礼的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋看着图中相逐的双鲤，想起自己写了又改的私信，终究没发出去，敲出一首五律，水墨绘霜里，浮沉意自真。 尺素藏心久，并肩寄语频。 不羡金为饵，唯求识我灵。 他年若同游，共避世间尘。 清塘念罢，唯求识我灵，指尖在鱼鳍上轻轻一点，提笔续道，双鲤戏清波，悠悠意若何。 金钩虽可饵，未必是心之所。 尺素传真情，何须问坎坷。 屏中有知己，胜却水中梭。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词中藏着相惜，填了首七绝来博。 鱼书怎比火箭快，尺素空传枉费才。 我有豪车停在外，何须隔水望双腮。 清塘回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 豪车虽快在尘俗，不及鱼书一缕清。 公子若知双鲤意，也应怜此水中情。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭。 水中情不如屏前清，王总也续了七绝，字字落在实处。 江湖险恶浪涛多，双鲤哪能避网罗？我住金池藏梅里，无风无语，任由歌。 清塘和了首七绝，金池虽好少风波，怎及江湖自在歌。 若为安身失真性，纵无往古也蹉跎。 林艳秋看着自在歌三字，忽然觉得那画中的霜里像极了被框住的自己。 敲出一首七绝。 池中纵有黄金水，怎及江湖自在波。 若为真情抛尺素，纵然万古也应过。 清塘念完，将这两首七绝贴在双鲤图两侧，轻声道，鱼有鱼的志向，人有人的选择，今日这双鲤算是遇着懂它的人了。 他卷起画轴，明日带些新制的笺纸来。 与三位写，见字如面，可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词铺在桌上。 清塘的词像那幅双鲤图，既容得下赵王的金池苑，又托得起他的江湖志。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能藏真心的画舫。 他摸着那张写着自在波的草稿，忽然觉得明天的笺纸上该落满更真的牵挂了。
英文翻译
Chapter 9: New Poetry Collection Duel, "Telling Innermost Feeling" and "Seven-Character Regulated Verse" (Revised Edition), Day 9 On the Qingtang case lay a yellowed copy of *Shuyu Ci*. He first opened to the page of "Searching and Seeking" and filled in a poem of "Telling Innermost Feeling" to start. One night, a worn book stained with dust and smoke, I alone feel uneasy in my heart. The melancholy in Yi'an's lyrics— Who shares it with me? Before the screen, guests, leave a message to ease my brows. Lord Zhao's poem rushed in immediately with a golden sparkle effect: "Telling Innermost Feeling" — A figure in a vase rivals Yi'an, Stirring my restless heart. A thousand gold spent for a smile surpasses ten years of reading. Your lyrics are too bitter, too cold, unfit for you. A vermilion gate with warm wine, a jeweled carriage— Only these match a beauty's charm. Following closely, a rocket-burst effect exploded in strings across the screen. Lightly brushing his fingers over the cover of the poetry collection, he smiled and replied with a poem of "Telling Innermost Feeling": My lord misreads Yi'an's chapter— In melancholy there is pure joy. Why need a vermilion gate with warm wine? In ink, spring and cold dwell together. Though lyrics are bitter, the meaning is not whole— Yet they are worth one's lingering gaze. Lord Zhao, amused, sent another ten rockets. "Your interpretation surpasses even Yi'an's brilliance!" Director Wang's "Telling Innermost Feeling" arrived pragmatically, bearing a merchant's calculations: Half a lifetime wandering, I have seen many people— Rarely have I encountered such purity. The melancholy in Yi'an's lyrics— I am willing to gently grind it away. Gold as shield, jade as bridle, protecting the lovely beauty. Do not mention backbone, do not speak of clarity— Safety and stability are best. Qingtang silently recited Director Wang's poem once and replied: You speak of grinding away my melancholy— Your goodwill I have already received and stored. Why need a golden shield and jade bridle? A pure dwelling can guard the body. With backbone intact, turbidity cannot clear— I am naturally at peace. Seeing his response, Director Wang immediately sent thirty rockets. The bullet comments were filled with Director Wang's heartfelt praises. Lin Yanqiu gazed at that copy of *Shuyu Ci*, recalling the handwritten copy by her bedside with its dog-eared pages. She typed out a poem of "Telling Innermost Feeling": Before the courtyard, I reread Yi'an's lyrics— Every word stirs my heart and spleen. Pure sorrow, unlike mundane visitors, Yet winds around long thoughts. One wishes to get drunk, but the mind can hardly bear it— Fearful of deep infatuation. If someday we meet, We'll savor the fragmented pages together and speak of those times. When Qingtang read the line "savor the fragmented pages together," a faint glimmer appeared in his eyes. He picked up his brush and continued: On the desk, old scrolls stained with dust and mud, Each reading brings a deep fascination. Yi'an's backbone, ancient and present, Illumines my humble heart. Gold can be abandoned, jade can be parted— I guard this pure porcelain. With loyalty and faith, there is one who knows me— I do not sigh in solitude, nor ask the date of return. Seeing the resonance between Qingtang and Lin Yanqiu's poetic intent, Lord Zhao composed a "seven-character regulated verse" to contend: Yi'an's lyrics are too sorrowful— Better to pipe and sing at the grand feast. I have a high tower housing a beautiful lady— Why labor over reading to salvage a broken game? A scholar only has infatuated lines— They cannot win even half a glance from her. Would you discard your brush and ink— Wealth and honor will match the heavens. Qingtang replied with a seven-character regulated verse, his style elegant yet steadfast: Though high towers and songs are lively, They are not worth the fragrance of worn books in one night. Yi'an's sorrow conceals a backbone— Not the ordinary loves of men and women. These lines can quell the fire in one's heart— Wealth and honor cannot match the goodness in one's intent. If for fleeting fame you abandon your true nature, Even with a thousand gold, you will feel barren. Director Wang also continued with a seven-character regulated verse, his tone laced with persuasion: Do not imitate Yi'an’s bitter self-restraint— Life in this world must seize the moment. Gold pearls can resolve a thousand troubles— Poems can barely fill half a hungry belly. I have ten thousand acres of fertile fields— Willing to share half with you for rest. Do not compare backbone to livelihood— Stability is the foremost poem. Qingtang replied with a seven-character regulated verse: Yi'an's bitter self-restraint is joy in the pool— She does not bend an inch to worldly dust. Gold pearls can resolve three meals of hunger— Poems can dispel a thousand ages of desolation. Ten thousand acres of fields, though enviable, Are not worth half a line of shared intent. If you abandon true nature for stability, Even living in a grand hall, you will feel lost. Watching the line "not worth half a line of shared intent," Lin Yanqiu recalled her nights of editing over instant noodles. She typed out a seven-character regulated verse: Yi'an's backbone soaks into heart and spleen— I will not bow my waist at a vermilion gate. If lyrics have spirit, they reach the lungs and bowels— Though now unintentional, they disturb my thoughts and spirit. If I hold to my heart and find a knowing ear, Why fear short lines or slow verses beneath my brush? Even if this life is as thin as paper— A single light word is worth jade and agate. Having finished reciting, Qingtang placed this poem together with his own seven-character regulated verse inside the *Shuyu Ci*. He said softly: "In the poetry collection, the sorrow is true sorrow; the warmth before the screen is true warmth. If Yi'an were here, perhaps she would also love this liveliness." He closed the book. "Tomorrow, I'll brew new tea and discuss the charm of 'fish delivering letters.' Would the three of you like to come?" The livestream ended. Lin Yanqiu folded all the poems into small squares. Qingtang's poems were like that *Shuyu Ci*: they could accommodate Lord Zhao's rain of gold pearls and support his own pure pride. Through this exchange, the livestream had become a study that understood both ancient and modern times. She touched the draft bearing the words "worth jade and agate" and suddenly felt that tomorrow's *Yu Shu* should hold even denser anticipation. Chapter 10: Yu Shu Duel Completed, "Double Carp Painting" and "Five-Character Regulated Verse" (Revised Edition), Day 10 On the tenth day, Qingtang unrolled *The Double Carp Painting*. The ink-wash fish seemed about to leap off the screen. He first filled in a five-character regulated verse to set the theme: Do not ask where the double carp swim— Floating and sinking, their intent is free. Before the screen, who understands the words? A silk letter is sent in clear autumn. I do not envy the golden bait— I only seek the joy of drifting freely. Lord Zhao's poem immediately rushed in with a golden sparkle effect: "Five-Character Regulated Verse on Viewing the Double Carp Picture" — Double carps playing on the screen, Not equal to a beauty's grace. Rockets piled into a sea, Why worry about slow silk letters? Vermilion gate, warm spring wine, Painted pavilions, jade-like grace. If you are willing to follow me, All your books can be abandoned. Right after, the "Emperor's Suite" gift effect spread golden light over the flowing water in the painting, dazzling the eyes. Qingtang lightly tapped the fish tail with his fingertip, smiled, and replied with a five-character regulated verse: My lord laughs at my books, Gold piles, spirit at ease. Double carps fly toward greedy bait— Their swimming heart is in the rivers and lakes. Vermilion gate, good spring wine, Not as good as a single line of a book. Lord Zhao beamed and sent another ten rockets. "The rivers and lakes are too far—I'll build you a pond." Director Wang's five-character regulated verse came steadily, with a touch of the world's earnestness: Long have admired the double carps' intent— A fish-letter sends my heart's sincerity. A thousand gold is not stingy— I only hope for one reply. The rivers and lakes in the painting are distant, Time before the screen runs deep. If I can gain your favor, I will not disappoint this climb. Gazing at the words "rivers and lakes" in the painting, Qingtang replied: You speak of the fish-letter's intent— My heart has already secretly known. A thousand gold is not what I hope for— A single word outweighs much time. The rivers and lakes in the painting are shallow, Time before the screen is foolishly deep. If we can be together long, Why ask about the date of return? Seeing his response, Director Wang immediately sent twenty rockets. The bullet comments were filled with Director Wang's praises for his understanding. Lin Yanqiu looked at the pair of pursuing fish in the painting, recalling her unsent private message she had written and rewritten. She typed out a five-character regulated verse: In ink-wash painting, frost and snow— Floating and sinking, the intent is true. A silk letter has long hidden my heart— Side by side, messages sent frequently. I do not envy the golden bait— I only seek one who knows me. If someday we swim together, We will shun the world's dust. When Qingtang read the line "I only seek one who knows me," he gently touched the fish fin with his fingertip and continued: Double carps play in clear waves— Leisurely, what is their intent? Though a golden hook may serve as bait, It may not be the heart's desire. A silk letter conveys true feeling— Why ask about rough paths? Before the screen, there is a soulmate— Better than a shuttle in the water. Seeing the mutual appreciation in Qingtang and Lin Yanqiu's poems, Lord Zhao composed a "seven-character quatrain" to compete: Fish letters? Slower than rockets! Empty silk letters waste talent. I have luxury cars parked outside— Why need the water to look at paired cheeks? Qingtang replied with a seven-character quatrain, his tone slightly teasing: Luxury cars, though fast, belong to the dusty world— Not as good as a fish letter's pure clarity. If my lord understood the double carps' intent, He would also pity this feeling in the water. Lord Zhao, amused, sent another five rockets. "The feeling in the water is not as good as the clarity before the screen." Director Wang also continued with a seven-character quatrain, each word landing on practical concerns: The rivers and lakes are dangerous with many waves— How can double carps avoid nets? I live in a golden pond hidden among plum blossoms— No wind, no talk, let them sing freely. Qingtang replied: Though a golden pond is good with few storms, How does it match the freedom of rivers and lakes? If for safety you abandon true nature, Even without past ages, you will still falter. Lin Yanqiu looked at the words "freedom of rivers and lakes" and suddenly felt that the frost and snow in the painting were like the frame that trapped her. She typed out a seven-character quatrain: Even if the pond holds golden water, It is not as good as the waves of freedom in rivers and lakes. If for true feeling you abandon silk letters, Even a thousand ages should pass. Having finished reciting, Qingtang pasted these two seven-character quatrains on both sides of *The Double Carp Painting* and said softly: "Fish have their aspirations; people have their choices. Today, these double carps have met someone who understands them." He rolled up the scroll. "Tomorrow, I'll bring some new letter paper. I'll write with the three of you—'Seeing the words is like meeting face to face.' What do you say?" The livestream ended. Lin Yanqiu spread all the poems on the table. Qingtang's poems were like that *Double Carp Painting*: they could accommodate Lord Zhao's golden pond and support his own ambition for rivers and lakes. Through this exchange, the livestream had become a decorated boat that could conceal true feelings. She touched the draft bearing the words "freedom of rivers and lakes" and suddenly felt that tomorrow's letter paper should be filled with even truer longing.
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