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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第十一章，笺纸斗真，见字如面与鹧鸪天修订版，第十一日。 青堂案上摆着叠撒金笺，浅黄底纹缀着细碎金箔，像落了星子。 他先拈起一张，填了却鹧鸪天起题素笺才得月光云，墨落方知意未平。 屏前谁共研珠笔？写句见字如面真。 赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来。 鹧鸪天际间，洒金笺上字如鸦，不及佳人一笑哗。 火箭堆成通地阙，何须笔墨寄生涯。 朱门暖，画楼奢，与卿同醉洛阳花。 休将尺素藏心事，宝马雕车在你家。 紧跟着火箭雨刷屏，经博士的特效落在笺纸上，倒像真撒了层金。 青堂执笔在肩上轻点，笑着回了却鹧鸪天。 公子金间映日华，不及真心半句佳。 火箭飞时虽耀眼，怎敌目底一点牙。 朱门暖亦非差，只是清欢在笔芽。 若懂见字真滋味，不向豪车问岁华。 赵公子看得乐乐，又刷了10个火箭。 懂，只要是糖糖写的，纸渣子我都收着。 王总的这孤天来的承缓，带这些过来人的持重。 山海浮沉数十年，见多纸醉与金迷，唯怜瓶中佳人影，愿寄真心在彩笺。 钱可散，力能捐，只求一语慰心甜。 莫学书生空弄墨，柴米油盐最相关。 清塘将王总的词默念一遍，嚯了去。 君言柴米最相关，我寄真心在笔端。 彩笺虽薄藏暖意，胜过金珠堆满山。 钱可散，义难删，且将俗世暂抛开。 见字如面四个字，抵得千言与万言。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭，弹幕里王总通透的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着那叠洒金笺，想起自己案头的糙纸，忽然觉得笔墨从不论贵贱。 敲出一阕鹧鸪天，不羡金笺映日华，糙纸也能寄新芽。 笔中美件轻言出，笔下便生春草花。 情未减，意难遮。 见字如面莫相夸。 纵然只有三分墨，也向君前诉寸加。 清塘念到见字如面莫相夸时，笔尖在肩上顿了顿，落下和词。 金笺虽贵怎如新，一纸箴言说至今。 每见新词传暖意，便知俗客未相亲。 情暗涌意难尽，尺素虽轻抵万金。 莫问相逢是何日，且将墨痕当笑吟。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词意相投，填了首五律来争。 金笺值万钱，才配美人篇。 我有生花笔，能书锦绣言。 莫对穷酸笑，休将假意传。 若肯同朝夕，抛却纸与砚。 青堂回了首五律，语气带了几分温和的调侃。 金尖纵值钱，不及一钟眠。 锦绣言虽好，真情更值钱。 书生非穷酸，词句有清欢。 若懂瓶中趣，何须抛纸砚。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭。 抛不抛，看你心情。 王总也续了五律，字字透着务实。 笔墨终是空，不如现银通。 我有田千亩，愿分半与农。 笺纸藏虚意，荣华渐炽中。 若卿肯相救，安稳度秋冬。 清堂贺了首五律，笔墨非空物，能消一里愁。 良田千亩好，不及一巨头。 笺纸藏真意，荣华未必周。 若为安稳固，何惧岁华流。 林艳秋看着不及一句头，忽然觉得心头一暖，敲出一首五律。 操纸成真意，青瓷抵岁华。 何须填万顷，自有梦为家。 墨痕藏冷暖，尺素寄生涯。 若得同心在，风霜不足夸。 青堂念完，将他这首与自己的五律写在洒金笺背面。 轻声道，笺只不过是载体，真意在字里行间。 今日这见字如面，算是写到人心上了。 他收起笺纸，明日带幅月下抚琴图来，与三位论知音二字可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词叠成方胜。 清塘的瓷像那叠洒金笺，既承得住赵王的金珠雨，又拓得下他的操纸情。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能藏真心的信笺。 他摸着那张写着同心在的草稿，忽然觉得明天的情图里，该藏着更浓的相知了。 第十二章，情途斗智，高山流水与相见欢，修订版。 第十二日，青堂展开月下抚琴图，白衣人临窗而坐，指尖轻按琴弦，月影漫过琴面。 他先填了鹊相见欢起题，冰弦轻拨无声，月三更。 谁解情衷孤意，对孤灯。 屏前客且留句，正知音。 未必相逢相见已相认。 赵公子的词立刻裹着火箭特效冲进来。 相见欢，瓶中琴影摇光，太痴狂，老子有钱买醉，胜流觞。 金珠置，美人侧，不需忙，何必苦寻知音在远方。 紧跟着帝王套特效刷屏，金光印的 平面都泛了亮。 金堂指尖点着画中琴弦，笑着回了鹊相见欢。 公子金多气扬，任疏狂，琴中未必无你半分长。 知音是非前量，自难忘，若肯静心细听，也寻常。 赵公子看得乐乐，又刷了10个火箭，听，堂堂的音里有我的长，王总的相见欢来的沉稳，带着江湖气的通透。 半生浪迹之交兮，遇琴音忽觉心戚。 屏中倩影凝眸久，似曾识，旧时衣。 今可赠，意难移，怕来迟。 若为知音留半席，不向江湖独自归。 青堂望着画中知音二字提拔。 何了却，莫叹之交路迷，欲轻言，已是心戚。 君言留席情难复，寄词语暖寒衣。 今不避，意先驰，怕相迟。 屏前暂作知音伴，何惧风霜又满堤。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭。 弹幕里王总董知音的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋看着图中抚琴人，想起自己加班后在天台哼的调子，敲出一阕相见欢。 每闻弦上秋声暗心惊，似我眉间心事未敢明。 丙中雨，如中磬，破迷城。 纵使相逢无觅处，以香兴。 清塘念到以香兴时，眼底亮了，提笔续道，琴音未歇心声以香兴，知是同怀人在隔帘听，不必问名与姓自相迎，一句轻言如击节，胜逢迎。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词中藏着香兴，填了首绝来争，琴音哪及火箭响，知音空寻枉费章，唯有高楼藏景 何须弦上觅清光。 青堂回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 高楼锦绣虽堂皇，不及琴音一缕长。 公子若知知音味，也应怜此调中藏。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，藏着我的心意呢。 王总也续了七绝，字字落在实处。 知音空泛难饱腹，金珠才是定心符。 小唐若肯随吾去，何愁无地弄情湖。 清塘荷了首七绝，知音非是冲击物，却比金珠更耐存。 琴音自有生根处，不向朱门借瓦盆。 林艳秋看着不向朱门借瓦盆，忽然觉得案头那把旧吉他都醒了，敲出一首七绝。 琴音穿越入屏来，一点相知抵万金。 不必同言调素手，清词半阙已相亲。 清棠念完，将三人的诗抄在琴谱旁，轻声道，知音有三境，识曲识心，识未言，今日这第三境算是到了。 他卷起画轴，明日煮桂花茶，论相思二字，三位可要来品？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。 清堂的瓷像，那幅月下抚琴图，既容得下赵王的金珠声，又弹得出与他的共鸣音。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能懂知音的情事。 他摸着那张写着已相亲的草稿，忽然觉得明天的茶香里该藏着更浓的相思了。
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第十一章，笺纸斗真，见字如面与鹧鸪天修订版，第十一日。 清棠案上摆着一叠洒金笺，浅黄底纹缀着细碎金箔，像落了星子。 他先拈起一张，填了一阕鹧鸪天，起题：素笺才得月光匀，墨落方知意未平。 屏前谁共研珠笔？写句见字如面真。 赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来。 一阕鹧鸪天：洒金笺上字如鸦，不及佳人一笑哗。 火箭堆成通地阙，何须笔墨寄生涯。 朱门暖，画楼奢，与卿同醉洛阳花。 休将尺素藏心事，宝马雕车在你家。 紧跟着火箭雨刷屏，全屏的特效落在笺纸上，倒像真撒了层金。 清棠执笔在笺上轻点，笑着回了一阕鹧鸪天。 公子金笺映日华，不及真心半句佳。 火箭飞时虽耀眼，怎敌眼底一点芽。 朱门暖，亦非差，只是清欢在笔芽。 若懂见字真滋味，不向豪车问岁华。 赵公子看得乐了，又刷了10个火箭。 懂，只要是糖糖写的，纸渣子我都收着。 王总这词来得沉缓，带着这股过来人的持重。 商海浮沉数十年，见多纸醉与金迷，唯怜屏中佳人影，愿寄真心在彩笺。 钱可散，力能捐，只求一语慰心田。 莫学书生空弄墨，柴米油盐最相关。 清棠将王总的词默念一遍，和了阙。 君言柴米最相关，我寄真心在笔端。 彩笺虽薄藏暖意，胜过金珠堆满山。 钱可散，义难删，且将俗世暂抛开。 见字如面四个字，抵得千言与万言。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭，弹幕里王总通透的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋望着那叠洒金笺，想起自己案头的糙纸，忽然觉得笔墨从不论贵贱。 敲出一阕鹧鸪天：不羡金笺映日华，糙纸也能寄新芽。 笔底美意轻言出，笔下便生春草花。 情未减，意难遮。 见字如面莫相夸。 纵然只有三分墨，也向君前诉寸怀。 清棠念到见字如面莫相夸时，笔尖在笺上顿了顿，落下和词。 金笺虽贵怎如新，一纸箴言说至今。 每见新词传暖意，便知俗客未相亲。 情暗涌，意难尽，尺素虽轻抵万金。 莫问相逢是何日，且将墨痕当笑吟。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词意相投，填了首五律来争。 金笺值万钱，才配美人篇。 我有生花笔，能书锦绣言。 莫对穷酸笑，休将假意传。 若肯同朝夕，抛却纸与砚。 清棠回了首五律，语气带了几分温和的调侃。 金笺纵值钱，不及一衾眠。 锦绣言虽好，真情更值钱。 书生非穷酸，词句有清欢。 若懂屏中趣，何须抛纸砚。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭。 抛不抛，看你心情。 王总也续了五律，字字透着务实。 笔墨终是空，不如现银通。 我有田千亩，愿分半与农。 笺纸藏虚意，荣华渐炽中。 若卿肯相救，安稳度秋冬。 清棠和了首五律，笔墨非空物，能消一寸愁。 良田千亩好，不及一人留。 笺纸藏真意，荣华未必周。 若为安稳固，何惧岁华流。 林艳秋看着这一句，心头一暖，敲出一首五律。 糙纸成真意，清辞抵岁华。 何须填万顷，自有梦为家。 墨痕藏冷暖，尺素寄生涯。 若得同心在，风霜不足夸。 清棠念完，将这首与自己的五律写在洒金笺背面。 轻声道，笺只不过是载体，真意在字里行间。 今日这见字如面，算是写到人心上了。 他收起笺纸，明日带幅月下抚琴图来，与三位论知音二字可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词叠成方胜。 清棠的瓷，像那叠洒金笺，既承得住赵王的金珠雨，又拓得下她的糙纸情。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能藏真心的信笺。 她摸着那张写着同心在的草稿，忽然觉得明天的琴图里，该藏着更浓的相知了。 第十二章，情途斗智，高山流水与相见欢，修订版。 第十二日，清棠展开月下抚琴图，白衣人临窗而坐，指尖轻按琴弦，月影漫过琴面。 他先填了一阕相见欢起题，冰弦轻拨无声，月三更。 谁解情衷孤意，对孤灯。 屏前客且留句，正知音。 未必相逢相见已相认。 赵公子的词立刻裹着火箭特效冲进来。 相见欢，屏中琴影摇光，太痴狂，老子有钱买醉，胜流觞。 金珠置，美人侧，不需忙，何必苦寻知音在远方。 紧跟着帝王套特效刷屏，金光印得画面都泛了亮。 清棠指尖点着画中琴弦，笑着回了一阕相见欢。 公子金多气扬，任疏狂，琴中未必无你半分长。 知音是非前量，自难忘，若肯静心细听，也寻常。 赵公子看得乐了，又刷了10个火箭，听，糖糖的音里有我的长，王总的相见欢来得沉稳，带着江湖气的通透。 半生浪迹尘间兮，遇琴音忽觉心戚。 屏中倩影凝眸久，似曾识，旧时衣。 今可赠，意难移，怕来迟。 若为知音留半席，不向江湖独自归。 清棠望着画中知音二字题跋。 何了却，莫叹前路迷，欲轻言，已是心戚。 君言留席情难移，寄词语暖寒衣。 今不避，意先驰，怕相迟。 屏前暂作知音伴，何惧风霜又满堤。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭。 弹幕里王总懂知音的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋看着图中抚琴人，想起自己加班后在天台哼的调子，敲出一阕相见欢。 每闻弦上秋声暗心惊，似我眉间心事未敢明。 屏中雨，弦中磬，破迷城。 纵使相逢无觅处，以香兴。 清棠念到以香兴时，眼底亮了，提笔续道，琴音未歇心声兴，香兴萦，知是同怀人在隔帘听，不必问名与姓自相迎，一句轻言如击节，胜逢迎。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词中藏着香兴，填了首七绝来争，琴音哪及火箭响，知音空寻枉费章，唯有高楼藏景，何须弦上觅清光。 清棠回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 高楼锦绣虽堂皇，不及琴音一缕长。 公子若知知音味，也应怜此调中藏。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，藏着我的心意呢。 王总也续了七绝，字字落在实处。 知音空泛难饱腹，金珠才是定心符。 小唐若肯随吾去，何愁无地弄情湖。 清棠和了首七绝，知音非是俗物，却比金珠更耐存。 琴音自有生根处，不向朱门借瓦盆。 林艳秋看着不向朱门借瓦盆，忽然觉得案头那把旧吉他都醒了，敲出一首七绝。 琴音穿越入屏来，一点相知抵万金。 不必同言调素手，清词半阙已相亲。 清棠念完，将三人的诗抄在琴谱旁，轻声道，知音有三境，识曲，识心，识未言，今日这第三境算是到了。 他卷起画轴，明日煮桂花茶，论相思二字，三位可要来品？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。 清棠的瓷，像那幅月下抚琴图，既容得下赵王的金珠声，又弹得出与她的共鸣音。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能懂知音的情事。 她摸着那张写着已相亲的草稿，忽然觉得明天的茶香里该藏着更浓的相思了。
英文翻译
Chapter 11. A Duel of Letter Paper, "Seeing the Words Is Like Seeing the Face" and "Partridge in the Sky" Revised Edition, Day 11. On Qingtang’s desk lay a stack of gilded letter paper, a light yellow background dotted with fine gold leaf, like fallen stars. He picked up a sheet, filled in a stanza of "Partridge in the Sky," and began: "On plain paper, moonlight just spread even; ink falls, yet I know my feelings are unresolved. Who grinds ink with me before the screen? Writing 'seeing the words is like seeing the face' is true." Young Master Zhao’s poem immediately charged in with golden powder special effects. One stanza of "Partridge in the Sky": "On gilded paper, words like crows, not worth the beauty’s smile that flows. Rockets piled into a tower reaching heaven; why need pen and ink to send one’s life? Vermilion gates warm, painted towers luxurious, with you I’ll drunk on Luoyang’s flowers. Don’t hide your thoughts in letters; fine horses and carved carriages are at your house." Immediately following a barrage of rocket rain, the screen filled with effects falling onto the letter paper, as if a layer of gold had truly been scattered. Qingtang lightly touched the pen on the paper, smiled, and replied with a stanza of "Partridge in the Sky." "Your gilded paper shines like the sun, but not half as good as a sincere phrase. Rockets blazing are dazzling, yet how can they compare with a bud in the eye? Vermilion gates warm, not bad either, but pure joy lies in the sprout of the pen. If you understand the true taste of 'seeing the words,' you won’t ask about years in luxury cars." Young Master Zhao was amused and sent another 10 rockets. "I understand. As long as it’s written by Tangtang, even scraps of paper I’ll keep." Boss Wang’s poem came slowly and heavily, with the weight of someone experienced. "Decades of navigating the business sea, I’ve seen plenty of drunkenness and gold, only pity the screen’s fair figure, willing to send my true heart on colored paper. Money can be spent, strength can be given, just seeking a word to comfort my heart. Don’t be like a scholar empty wielding ink; firewood, rice, oil, and salt matter most." Qingtang silently recited Boss Wang’s poem and harmonized with a stanza. "You say firewood and rice matter most, I send my true heart at the tip of the brush. Colored paper thin yet hides warmth, better than gold and silver piled mountain high. Money can be spent, righteousness hard to discard, let worldly matters be set aside for now. The four words 'seeing the words is like seeing the face' equal a thousand words and ten thousand words." Upon seeing his reply, Boss Wang immediately sent 30 rockets, and the barrage filled with praises of Boss Wang’s insight. Lin Yanqiu looked at the stack of gilded paper and thought of the rough paper on her own desk. Suddenly she felt that brush and ink never distinguished between noble and cheap. She typed out a stanza of "Partridge in the Sky": "I don’t envy gilded paper shining like the sun; rough paper can also send new sprouts. Beauty in the pen lightly spoken, and spring grass flowers grow from under the brush. Feelings not diminished, emotions hard to hide. 'Seeing the words is like seeing the face' don’t boast. Even with only three parts of ink, I still speak my heart to you." When Qingtang read "don’t boast of seeing the words," his pen paused on the paper and he wrote a harmonizing stanza. "Though gilded paper is precious, how can it be as new? A paper of true words speaks until now. Every time I see new poems conveying warmth, I know vulgar guests are not close. Feelings surge hidden, emotions hard to exhaust; a letter though light is worth ten thousand gold. Don’t ask when we’ll meet; for now, take ink marks as laughter." Seeing him so compatible with Lin Yanqiu in verse, Young Master Zhao filled in a five-character regulated verse to compete. "Gilded paper worth ten thousand coins, only fit for a beauty’s verses. I have a flower-giving brush, able to write splendid words. Don’t laugh at the poor and sour, don’t pass false intentions. If willing to be together day and night, abandon paper and inkstone." Qingtang replied with a five-character regulated verse, his tone with a bit of gentle teasing. "Though gilded paper is valuable, it can’t match a quilt for sleep. Splendid words are fine, but true feelings are more valuable. A scholar is not poor and sour; his phrases have pure joy. If you understand the fun of the screen, why need to abandon paper and inkstone?" Young Master Zhao was amused and sent another 5 rockets. "Abandon or not, it’s up to you." Boss Wang also continued with a five-character regulated verse, every word practical. "Brush and ink are ultimately empty; better than ready cash. I have a thousand acres of fields, willing to share half with farmers. Letter paper hides empty meaning; glory and luxury grow hot. If you are willing to save me, I’ll spend autumn and winter in peace." Qingtang harmonized with a five-character regulated verse: "Brush and ink are not empty things; they can dispel an inch of sorrow. Though a thousand acres of good fields are fine, they can’t compare with one person staying. Letter paper hides true meaning; glory and luxury may not be complete. If seeking stability and peace, why fear the flow of years?" Lin Yanqiu felt a warmth in her heart at this line and typed out a five-character regulated verse. "Rough paper becomes true meaning; pure lyrics match the years. Why need to fill ten thousand acres? I have a dream as my home. Ink marks hide warmth and cold; letters send through life. If we have a heart together, wind and frost are not worth boasting." After Qingtang finished reading, he wrote this and his own five-character regulated verse on the back of the gilded paper. He said softly, "Paper is just a carrier; true meaning lies between the lines. Today’s 'seeing the words is like seeing the face' has truly touched people’s hearts." He put away the paper. "Tomorrow, I’ll bring a painting of playing the qin under the moonlight to discuss the word 'soulmate' with you three. How about it?" The live stream ended. Lin Yanqiu folded the paper full of poems into a square knot. Qingtang’s aloofness was like that stack of gilded paper—able to bear Young Master Zhao and Boss Wang’s rain of gold beads, yet also able to spread her rough paper feelings. In this back-and-forth, the live stream had become a letter that could hide true hearts. She touched the draft with "heart together" written on it and suddenly felt that tomorrow’s qin painting should conceal an even deeper mutual understanding. Chapter 12. A Battle of Wits on Love, "High Mountains and Flowing Water" and "Joy of Meeting" Revised Edition, Day 12. On the twelfth day, Qingtang unrolled a painting of playing the qin under the moonlight. A figure in white sat by the window, fingers lightly pressing the strings, moonlight spreading across the qin surface. He first filled in a stanza of "Joy of Meeting" to start: "Gently pluck ice strings, no sound, in the third watch of the night. Who understands the heart’s lonely feelings, facing a solitary lamp? Guests before the screen, leave a line, right at the soulmate. No need to meet to recognize each other." Young Master Zhao’s poem immediately charged in wrapped in rocket effects. "Joy of Meeting: On the screen, the qin’s shadow shakes light, too infatuated. Old man here has money to buy drunkenness, better than floating cups. Gold and jewels placed, beauty by my side, no need to rush. Why torment yourself seeking a soulmate far away?" Immediately, the imperial suite special effects scrolled, golden light making the image bright. Qingtang lightly touched the qin strings in the painting, smiled, and replied with a stanza of "Joy of Meeting." "Young Master Zhao, gold abundant, spirit untamed, but the qin may not lack your measure. Soulmate is measured before right and wrong, hard to forget. If you’re willing to listen quietly, it’s also ordinary." Young Master Zhao was amused and sent another 10 rockets. "Listen, Tangtang’s sound has my measure." Boss Wang’s "Joy of Meeting" came steadily, with a worldly-wise clarity. "Half a life wandering the mortal world, suddenly heart-stirred by qin sound. On the screen, the fair figure stares long, as if familiar, from old times. Now I can give, feelings hard to move, afraid of being late. If there’s a seat for a soulmate, I won’t return alone to the rivers and lakes." Qingtang looked at the inscription "soulmate" on the painting. "How to finish? Don’t sigh over the lost path. Want to speak lightly, already heart-stirred. You say leaving a seat, feelings hard to move, sending warm words to my clothes. Now I don’t avoid, feelings rush first, afraid of being late. Temporarily be soulmate companions before the screen, why fear wind and frost covering the embankment?" Upon seeing his reply, Boss Wang immediately sent 30 rockets. The barrage filled with praises of Boss Wang understanding soulmates. Lin Yanqiu looked at the qin player in the painting, remembering the tune she hummed on the rooftop after overtime, and typed out a stanza of "Joy of Meeting." "Every time I hear the autumn sound on strings, my heart is startled, like the unspoken matters between my brows. Rain on the screen, chime in the strings, breaking the confusing city. Even if there’s no place for meeting, I use incense to rise." When Qingtang read "use incense to rise," his eyes lit up. He lifted his brush and continued: "The qin sound hasn’t ceased, the heart’s fragrance rises. I know it’s a kindred spirit listening behind the curtain. No need to ask name and surname; we greet each other. A light word like striking a beat, better than flattery." Seeing him and Lin Yanqiu hiding "incense" in their verses, Young Master Zhao filled in a seven-character quatrain to compete: "How can qin sound compare to rocket blasts? Seeking a soulmate in vain wastes chapters. Only high buildings hide scenery; why seek pure light on strings?" Qingtang replied with a seven-character quatrain, his tone a bit teasing: "Though high buildings are splendid, they can’t compare to a thread of qin sound. Young Master, if you knew the taste of a soulmate, you would also cherish what’s hidden in this tune." Young Master Zhao was amused and sent another 5 rockets. "Hiding my heart inside." Boss Wang also continued with a seven-character quatrain, every word landing on the practical: "Soulmate is vague and can’t fill the stomach; gold and pearls are the talisman for the heart. Little Tang, if you’re willing to follow me, why worry about not having a love lake to play in?" Qingtang harmonized with a seven-character quatrain: "A soulmate is not a common thing, but more durable than gold and pearls. The qin sound has its own roots; it does not borrow a clay pot from a vermilion gate." Lin Yanqiu looked at "does not borrow a clay pot from a vermilion gate" and suddenly felt that the old guitar on her desk had awakened. She typed out a seven-character quatrain: "The qin sound passes through the screen, one point of mutual understanding worth ten thousand gold. No need to play the same tune with the same hand; half a stanza of pure lyric is already intimate." After Qingtang finished reading, he copied the three people’s poems beside the qin score and said softly: "There are three realms of soulmate: knowing the tune, knowing the heart, knowing the unsaid. Today, the third realm has been reached." He rolled up the painting scroll. "Tomorrow, I’ll brew osmanthus tea to discuss the word 'longing.' Would you three like to come and taste it?" The live stream ended. Lin Yanqiu spread the paper full of poems on the table. Qingtang’s aloofness was like that painting of playing the qin under the moonlight—able to accommodate Young Master Zhao’s golden pearl sound, yet also able to pluck the resonant note with her. In this back-and-forth, the live stream had become an affair where soulmates understood each other. She touched the draft with "already intimate" written on it and suddenly felt that tomorrow’s tea fragrance should carry an even deeper longing.
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