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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第十三章，桂茶豆丝相思引与五绝，修订版。
第十三日，清塘岸上的银壶正煮着桂花茶，甜香漫出屏幕时，他先填了阙相思引起题。
桂蕊浮香入茗瓯，一汤温润解清愁。
屏前谁共把这相思抛？莫说相思太瘦，且将心事付茶瓯。
赵公子的词立刻裹着金粉特效冲进来。
相思引，闻桂香。
桂香引的痴心咒，火箭堆成金桂秀。
只盼佳人笑眼流，何惧书生词笔秀。
朱门酒，暖炉秋，与卿同醉桂花愁。
休向残笺寻怅惘，荣华能抵万千愁。
紧跟着火箭雨特效，红艳艳的茶烟都犯了惊。
清堂执杯浅啜，笑着回了却相思矣。
公子金堆成贵秀，不及茶香一缕幽。
相思非是浮名诱，藏在眉间与句头。
朱门酒暖虽柔，怎敌清欢片刻留。
若懂茶中真意趣，何须火箭破清幽，赵公子看得直乐，又刷了10个火箭。
清幽里有我才热闹。
王总的相思引来的沉缓，带着几分恳切。
山海奔波久失魂，幸逢贵名喜星辰。
瓶中倩影千方寸，愿以千金换一颦。
茶味冷意先真，相思何何必问原因，若能常伴佳人侧，不羡鸳鸯不羡仙。
眼神。
清糖将茶汤注入白瓷杯，糊了却。
君言相思不问因，我寄茶温胜万金。
千金难买真心印，一句轻言抵百寻。
茶味冷，意常新，饼前暂坐忘忧人。
何须相伴方为乐，此念存时便是春。
王总见他回应，立刻 刷了20个火箭，弹幕里王总暖心的赞叹刷屏。
林艳秋望着屏幕里飘起的茶烟，想起自己时的眼角落桂，敲出一阕相思引。
眼角落桂时作尘，岩香入墨写相思，饼中美见茶烟起，便觉心间有暖思。
非为利，不为资，只因同解此中痴。
纵然隔着重城路，一字乡愁也是诗。
青棠念到一字乡愁也是诗时，眼底亮了。
提笔续道，桂香沾墨字如针，知是君心记此身。
不必相逢方解语，瓶间已有异香沉。
茶烟细，韵长存。
相思原是两心论，纵使生涯如落叶，得君一语胜三春。
赵公子见他与林燕秋词中藏着相惜，填了首五绝来争。
贵茶哪及酒醇厚，相思空吟枉费喉。
我有高楼藏锦绣，何须笔底觅温柔。
清棠回了首五绝，语气带了几分调侃。
酒香虽烈易上头，不及茶香绕指柔。
公子若知相思味，也应怜此一分忧。
赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭。
幽里带甜才对味。
王总也续了五绝，字字落在实处。
相思空泛难饱腹，金珠才是定心符。
小唐若肯随吾去，何愁贵茶无地主。
青堂贺了首五绝，相思非是冲击物，却比金珠更耐存。
贵茶自有生根处。
不向朱门借瓦盆，林艳秋看着不向朱门借瓦盆，忽然觉得案头那包干桂花都活了，敲出一首五绝。
桂香凝墨处，字字是相思。
不必同杯饮，清欢已共知。
青棠念完，将三人的诗抄在茶笺上，轻声道，桂花茶有三味，桂香、茶甘、相思，今日这第三位算是泡透了。
她续上热水，明日带幅归雁图来，与三位论归期，可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。
清塘的词像那壶桂花茶，既融得进赵王的金波暖，又泡得出与他的墨香幽。
这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能量相思的茶聊。
他摸着那张写着贡之的草稿，忽然觉得明天的艳影里该藏着更浓的归意了。
第十四章，燕图斗归，诉钟情令与六绝，修订版。
第14日，青堂展开归燕图，水墨间的燕阵正掠过长空。
他先填了却诉衷情另起题。
秋空雁字写归期，一字一相思。
屏前谁解此意，同盼燕归时。
风渐紧，露初滋，莫迟迟。
赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来。
诉衷情令，关雎雁，雁归何用苦相思。
老子有钱买归期，火箭堆成通地里，豪车开到你家里。
朱门暖，画楼移，与卿同醉莫相离。
休向云天寻雁影，荣华能抵万行诗。
紧跟着帝王套特效刷屏，金光映的雁阵都泛了亮。
清棠指尖点着画中雁翅，笑着回了句 却诉钟情令。
公子笑我盼归迟，不知归心非可买。
燕字从来由天定，不向黄金言底排。
朱门暖亦虽佳，怎及云天自在涯。
若懂燕归真意趣，也应怜此一分怀。
赵公子看得乐了，又刷了10个火箭，我的怀比黄金还暖。
王总的诉衷情令来的沉稳，带着几分江湖气的恳切。
半生浪迹少归期，见雁方知客思痴。
饼中倩影牵魂梦，愿以良田换一词。
精作屋，玉为池。
护清安稳度寒食。
若肯轻移莲步至，何愁归燕误归期。
清塘望着画中归字提拔，何了却。
君言良田换归期，心意已藏心底知。
归燕不向朱门落，只认旧巢一缕丝。
今作屋，非我思，江湖自有安身之。
若能常伴青岩在，何必强求见面时。
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。
林艳秋看着图中验证，想起老家檐下的燕巢，敲出一阕诉衷情令。
燕排人字写归程，勾起客中情。
空庭月冷无眠夜，只向枕边等。
非为利，不为名，为知音。
他年若遂相逢愿。
共对残灯诉艳明。
清塘念到共对残灯诉艳明时，眼底 泛起微光。
提笔续道，君言共暑雁鸣生，知是同怀一片真。
雁归自有风云伴，不必惊龙锁此身。
丙乾雨，字间温，胜千金。
纵然未识相逢面，已有归心向故人。
赵公子见他与林艳秋词意相契，填了首六绝来争。
雁归不如人归，火箭能催路催。
我有高楼万间，何须屏上徘徊。
清堂回了首六绝，语气带了几分调侃。
人归不如心归，黄金难买情归。
高楼纵有千间，不及一句之归。
赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，我的知归比燕还准。
王总也续了六绝，字字落在实处。
归期空向燕问，不如现营安稳。
我筑暖巢待你，何惧风霜相困。
清塘荷了首六绝，归期不在雁翅，而在两心相知。
卵巢纵有千般好，不及同频一字。
林艳秋看着同频一字，忽然觉得案头那封未寄出的信都轻了。
敲出一首六绝，燕字写尽归意，不如君语半纸。
纵然相隔千里，心已同归故里。
青棠念完，将他这首与自己的六绝贴在归雁图两侧，轻声道，雁归有三境，归巢、归心、归知音，今日这第三境算是到了。
他卷起画轴，明日待知旧箫来，吹首梅花落，与三位论坚守可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。
清塘的词像那幅归燕图，既容得下赵王的今朝愿，又载得起他的归心词。
这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能寄相思的雁阵。
他摸着那张写着同归故里的草稿，忽然觉得明天的箫声里，该藏着更重的坚守了。

修正脚本

第十三章，桂茶斗诗相思引与五绝，修订版。
第十三日，清棠岸旁的银壶正煮着桂花茶，甜香漫出屏幕时，他先填了阕相思引起题。
桂蕊浮香入茗瓯，一汤温润解清愁。
屏前谁共把这相思抛？莫说相思太瘦，且将心事付茶瓯。
赵公子的词立刻裹着金粉特效冲进来。
相思引，闻桂香。
桂香牵惹痴心咒，火箭堆成金桂秀。
只盼佳人笑眼流，何惧书生词笔瘦。
朱门酒，暖炉秋，与卿同醉桂花愁。
休向残笺寻怅惘，荣华能抵万千愁。
紧跟着火箭雨特效，红艳艳的茶烟都惊了。
清棠执杯浅啜，笑着回了一阕相思引。
公子金堆成贵秀，不及茶香一缕幽。
相思非是浮名诱，藏在眉间与句头。
朱门酒暖虽柔，怎敌清欢片刻留。
若懂茶中真意趣，何须火箭破清幽，赵公子看得直乐，又刷了10个火箭。
清幽里有我才热闹。
王总的相思引来得沉缓，带着几分恳切。
山海奔波久失魂，幸逢清棠喜星辰。
屏中倩影方寸，愿以千金换一颦。
茶味淡，意先真，相思何必问原因，若能常伴佳人侧，不羡鸳鸯不羡仙。
清棠将茶汤注入白瓷杯，和了一阕。
君言相思不问因，我寄茶温胜万金。
千金难买真心印，一句轻言抵百寻。
茶味淡，意常新，屏前暂坐忘忧人。
何须相伴方为乐，此念存时便是春。
王总见他回应，立刻 刷了20个火箭，弹幕里王总暖心的赞叹刷屏。
林艳秋望着屏幕里飘起的茶烟，想起自己那日眼角落桂，敲出一阕相思引。
眼角落桂时作尘，岩香入墨写相思，屏中每见茶烟起，便觉心间有暖思。
非为利，不为私，只因同解此中痴。
纵然隔着重城路，一字乡愁也是诗。
清棠念到一字乡愁也是诗时，眼底亮了。
提笔续道，桂香沾墨字如针，知是君心记此身。
不必相逢方解语，屏间已有异香沉。
茶烟细，韵长存。
相思原是两心论，纵使生涯如落叶，得君一语胜三春。
赵公子见他与林艳秋词中藏着相惜，填了首五绝来争。
桂茶哪及酒醇厚，相思空吟枉费喉。
我有高楼藏锦绣，何须笔底觅温柔。
清棠回了首五绝，语气带了几分调侃。
酒香虽烈易上头，不及茶香绕指柔。
公子若知相思味，也应怜此一分忧。
赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭。
幽里带甜才对味。
王总也续了五绝，字字落在实处。
相思空泛难饱腹，金珠才是定心符。
小棠若肯随吾去，何愁桂茶无地留。
清棠和了首五绝，相思非是俗物，却比金珠更耐存。
桂茶自有生根处。
不向朱门借瓦盆，林艳秋看着不向朱门借瓦盆，忽然觉得案头那包干桂花都活了，敲出一首五绝。
桂香凝墨处，字字是相思。
不必同杯饮，清欢已共知。
清棠念完，将三人的诗抄在茶笺上，轻声道，桂花茶有三味，桂香、茶甘、相思，今日这第三位算是泡透了。
她续上热水，明日带幅归雁图来，与三位论归期，可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。
清棠的词像那壶桂花茶，既融得进赵王的金波暖，又泡得出与君的墨香幽。
这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能寄相思的茶聊。
他摸着那张写着归意的草稿，忽然觉得明天的雁影里该藏着更浓的归意了。
第十四章，燕图斗归，诉衷情令与六绝，修订版。
第14日，清棠展开归燕图，水墨间的燕阵正掠过长空。
他先填了一阕诉衷情令起题。
秋空雁字写归期，一字一相思。
屏前谁解此意，同盼燕归时。
风渐紧，露初滋，莫迟迟。
赵公子的词立刻带着金粉特效冲进来。
诉衷情令，关雎雁，雁归何用苦相思。
老子有钱买归期，火箭堆成通衢里，豪车开到你家里。
朱门暖，画楼移，与卿同醉莫相离。
休向云天寻雁影，荣华能抵万行诗。
紧跟着帝王套特效刷屏，金光映得雁阵都泛了亮。
清棠指尖点着画中雁翅，笑着回了一阕诉衷情令。
公子笑我盼归迟，不知归心非可买。
燕字从来由天定，不向黄金屈安排。
朱门暖虽佳，怎及云天自在涯。
若懂燕归真意趣，也应怜此一分怀。
赵公子看得乐了，又刷了10个火箭，我的怀比黄金还暖。
王总的诉衷情令来得沉稳，带着几分江湖气的恳切。
半生浪迹少归期，见雁方知客思痴。
屏中倩影牵魂梦，愿以良田换一词。
金作屋，玉为池。
护卿安稳度岁时。
若肯轻移莲步至，何愁归燕误归期。
清棠望着画中归字题跋，和了一阕。
君言良田换归期，心意已藏心底知。
归燕不向朱门落，只认旧巢一缕丝。
金作屋，非我思，江湖自有安身处。
若能常伴卿颜在，何必强求见面时。
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。
林艳秋看着图中雁影，想起老家檐下的燕巢，敲出一阕诉衷情令。
燕排人字写归程，勾起客中情。
空庭月冷无眠夜，只向枕边等。
非为利，不为名，为知音。
他年若遂相逢愿。
共对残灯诉分明。
清棠念到共对残灯诉分明时，眼底 泛起微光。
提笔续道，君言共忆雁鸣生，知是同怀一片真。
雁归自有风云伴，不必惊笼锁此身。
茶烟细，字间温，胜千金。
纵然未识相逢面，已有归心向故人。
赵公子见他与林艳秋词意相契，填了首六绝来争。
雁归不如人归，火箭能催路归。
我有高楼万间，何须屏上徘徊。
清棠回了首六绝，语气带了几分调侃。
人归不如心归，黄金难买情归。
高楼纵有千间，不及一念同归。
赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，我的知归比燕还准。
王总也续了六绝，字字落在实处。
归期空向燕问，不如眼前安稳。
我筑暖巢待你，何惧风霜相困。
清棠和了首六绝，归期不在雁翅，而在两心相知。
暖巢纵有千般好，不及同频一字知。
林艳秋看着同频一字，忽然觉得案头那封未寄出的信都轻了。
敲出一首六绝，燕字写尽归意，不如君语半纸。
纵然相隔千里，心已同归故里。
清棠念完，将他这首与自己的六绝贴在归雁图两侧，轻声道，雁归有三境，归巢、归心、归知音，今日这第三境算是到了。
他卷起画轴，明日待旧知携箫来，吹首梅花落，与三位论坚守可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。
清棠的词像那幅归燕图，既容得下赵王的今朝愿，又载得起彼此的归心诗。
这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能寄相思的雁阵。
他摸着那张写着同归故里的草稿，忽然觉得明天的箫声里，该藏着更重的坚守了。

英文翻译

Chapter 13: The Cassia Tea Poetry Contest of "Longing" and the Five-Character Quatrain (Revised Edition)

On the thirteenth day, beside the clear bank, a silver pot was brewing osmanthus tea. As the sweet fragrance drifted beyond the screen, he first composed a lyric to the tune of "Longing" to set the theme.

Osmanthus blossoms float into the tea cup,
A warm infusion soothes the melancholy.
Who before the screen shares this longing?
Say not that longing is too thin;
Pour your heart into the tea bowl instead.

Young Master Zhao's poem immediately burst in with a golden dust special effect.

Longing, by the scent of osmanthus.
The osmanthus scent stirs an infatuated spell;
Rockets pile up like golden osmanthus in full bloom.
I only hope for a smile in the fair one's eyes;
What fear have I of a scholar's thin words?
Wine from vermilion gates, a warm stove in autumn,
With you I'll share the osmanthus sorrow.
Do not seek melancholy in worn-out paper;
Riches can offset ten thousand sorrows.

Immediately following, a rocket rain special effect startled even the red tea smoke.

Qing Tang gently sipped her tea, smiled, and returned a lyric to "Longing."

Young Master, your golden piles are a noble sight,
Yet not as fine as a wisp of tea's fragrance.
Longing is not a lure of empty fame;
It hides between the brows and in the lines of verse.
Though warm wine from vermilion gates is soft,
How can it match a moment of pure joy?
If one understands the true delight of tea,
Why must rockets break the tranquil peace?

Young Master Zhao watched with amusement and sent another 10 rockets.

"It's livelier with me around in the quiet."

Mr. Wang's "Longing" arrived slowly, carrying a note of earnestness.

Long lost wandering through mountains and rivers,
Fortunate to meet Qing Tang, a joy among stars.
The lovely image on the screen is a small space;
I would trade a thousand gold for one frown.
Tea flavor is light, the intent is true first;
Why ask the reason for longing?
If I can often be by the fair one's side,
I'd envy neither mandarin ducks nor immortals.

Qing Tang poured tea into a white porcelain cup and matched it with a lyric.

You say longing asks no reason;
I send tea's warmth worth more than ten thousand gold.
Ten thousand gold cannot buy a true heart's imprint;
A single light word surpasses a hundred searches.
Tea flavor is light, the meaning ever fresh;
Before the screen, sit a moment as one who forgets sorrow.
Why must companionship bring joy?
When this thought exists, it is already spring.

Seeing her response, Mr. Wang immediately sent 20 rockets, and the bullet screen filled with warm praises.

Lin Yanqiu watched the tea smoke rising on the screen, remembered the osmanthus that fell on the corner of her eye that day, and typed out her "Longing."

When osmanthus falls on the eye's corner, it becomes dust;
Rock fragrance enters the ink, writing of longing.
Every time I see tea smoke rise on the screen,
I feel warm thoughts in my heart.
Not for profit, not for self,
Only because we share this obsession.
Though separated by city upon city,
Each word of homesickness is a poem.

When Qing Tang read "each word of homesickness is a poem," her eyes lit up.

She picked up her brush and continued: "Osmanthus fragrance stains the ink, words like needles, knowing your heart remembers this self. No need to meet to understand each other; between the screens, an exotic fragrance has already sunk. Tea smoke fine, rhyme long preserved. Longing is originally a matter of two hearts. Even if life is like falling leaves, to have one word from you surpasses three springs."

Young Master Zhao, seeing the mutual appreciation hidden in their poems, composed a Five-Character Quatrain to compete.

What is osmanthus tea compared to rich wine?
Empty chanting of longing wastes the throat.
I have tall buildings hiding brocade treasures;
Why seek tenderness through the tip of a brush?

Qing Tang replied with a Five-Character Quatrain, her tone tinged with teasing.

Though wine's fragrance is strong, it easily goes to the head,
Not as good as tea's fragrance lingering on the finger.
If you, Young Master, knew the taste of longing,
You too should pity this hint of sorrow.

Young Master Zhao was amused and sent another 5 rockets.

"Quiet with a touch of sweetness is just right."

Mr. Wang also continued with a Five-Character Quatrain, each word falling on solid ground.

Empty longing is hard to fill the stomach;
Gold beads are the true talisman for the heart.
If Little Qing were willing to follow me,
Why worry that osmanthus tea has no place to brew?

Qing Tang harmonized with a Five-Character Quatrain.

Longing is not a vulgar thing,
Yet it endures longer than gold beads.
Osmanthus tea has its own place to take root.
It does not borrow a clay pot from vermilion gates.

Lin Yanqiu, reading "it does not borrow a clay pot from vermilion gates," suddenly felt that the packet of dried osmanthus on her desk came alive. She typed out a Five-Character Quatrain.

Where osmanthus fragrance condenses into ink,
Every character is longing.
No need to drink from the same cup,
Pure joy is already shared.

Qing Tang finished reciting, copied the three people's poems onto tea paper, and said softly: "Osmanthus tea has three flavors: osmanthus fragrance, tea sweetness, and longing. Today, this third one is fully steeped."

She added hot water and said: "Tomorrow, I'll bring a painting of returning geese. How about discussing the date of return with the three of you?"

The live stream ended. Lin Yanqiu spread the paper filled with poems on the table.

Qing Tang's lyric was like that pot of osmanthus tea, able to blend in with the golden waves and warmth of Zhao and Wang, yet also steep out the ink fragrance of mutual connection. In this exchange, the live room had become a tea chat where longing could be sent.

He touched the draft that spoke of returning, and suddenly felt that tomorrow's shadow of geese should carry a stronger intent to return.

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Chapter 14: The Swallow Painting, the "Telling Innermost Feeling" and the Six-Character Quatrain (Revised Edition)

On the fourteenth day, Qing Tang unrolled the painting of returning swallows. In the ink wash, a formation of swallows was soaring across the sky. She first composed a lyric to the tune of "Telling Innermost Feeling" to set the theme.

Autumn sky's wild geese write the date of return,
Each character is a longing.
Who before the screen understands this meaning,
Also hoping for the swallows' return?
The wind grows stronger, dew just begins to moisten,
Do not delay.

Young Master Zhao's poem immediately burst in with a golden dust special effect.

Telling Innermost Feeling, the song of osprey and geese.
Why suffer bitter longing for the geese's return?
This old man has money to buy the return date.
Rockets pile up into a thoroughfare;
Luxury cars drive right to your home.
Warm within vermilion gates, painted towers shift,
With you I'll be drunk, never to part.
Do not seek the shadows of geese in the clouds;
Riches can outweigh ten thousand lines of poetry.

Immediately, the "Emperor's Set" special effect swept across the screen, golden light making even the geese formation shimmer.

Qing Tang pointed at the swallow's wing in the painting, smiled, and returned a lyric to "Telling Innermost Feeling."

Young Master laughs at my eager wait for return,
Not knowing that the heart of return cannot be bought.
Swallow characters are always decreed by heaven;
They do not bow to the arrangement of gold.
Though warm within vermilion gates is fine,
How can it compare to the freedom of clouds and sky?
If one understands the true meaning of the swallow's return,
One should also pity this share of feeling.

Young Master Zhao was amused and sent another 10 rockets. "My feeling is warmer than gold."

Mr. Wang's "Telling Innermost Feeling" arrived steadily, carrying an earnest tone with a hint of knight-errantry.

Half a lifetime of roaming, few dates of return;
Seeing the geese, I realize a guest's longing is foolish.
The lovely image on the screen haunts my dreams;
I would trade good fields for one word.

Gold becomes a house, jade becomes a pond;
I'll protect you, safe and comfortable through the years.
If you would lightly move your lotus steps,
Why worry that the returning swallow will miss the date?

Qing Tang looked at the "return" inscription on the painting and harmonized with a lyric.

You say good fields can buy the return date;
Your intention is already known in my heart.
Returning swallows do not alight on vermilion gates;
They only recognize a thread from their old nest.
Gold becomes a house—that is not my thought;
The rivers and lakes have their own place to settle.
If I can often be by your side,
Why must I force a meeting in person?

Seeing her response, Mr. Wang immediately sent 30 rockets, and the bullet screen filled with praises of his understanding.

Lin Yanqiu watched the geese shadows in the painting, remembered the swallow's nest under the eaves of her old home, and typed out a lyric to "Telling Innermost Feeling."

Swallows arrange in a herringbone, writing the journey home,
Stirring the feeling of a traveler in an empty courtyard.
Cold moonlight, sleepless nights,
I only wait by the pillow.
Not for profit, not for fame,
For a kindred spirit.
If in another year the wish to meet is fulfilled,
We'll face the dying lamp and speak clearly.

When Qing Tang read "face the dying lamp and speak clearly," a faint light shone in her eyes.

She picked up her brush and continued: "You say we should recall the cry of wild geese, knowing it is the same true heart. The wild geese's return has its own wind and clouds to accompany them; no need to cage this self. Tea smoke fine, warmth between words, surpasses a thousand gold. Even if we have not met face to face, there is already a heart of return toward the old friend."

Young Master Zhao, seeing the harmony of their poetic intent, composed a Six-Character Quatrain to compete.

The return of geese is not as good as the return of man;
Rockets can hasten the journey home.
I have ten thousand tall buildings;
Why linger before a screen?

Qing Tang returned a Six-Character Quatrain, her tone tinged with teasing.

The return of man is not as good as the return of heart;
Gold cannot buy the return of feeling.
Though you have ten thousand tall buildings,
They are not as good as one shared thought of home.

Young Master Zhao was amused and sent another 5 rockets. "My knowing of return is more accurate than the swallows."

Mr. Wang also continued with a Six-Character Quatrain, each word falling on solid ground.

Asking the wild geese about the return date is empty;
Better to have stability before the eyes.
I build a warm nest waiting for you;
Why fear the hardship of wind and frost?

Qing Tang harmonized with a Six-Character Quatrain.

The return date is not on the wild goose's wing,
But in the mutual knowing of two hearts.
Though a warm nest has a thousand good things,
It is not as good as one word of the same frequency.

Lin Yanqiu, reading "one word of the same frequency," suddenly felt that the unmailed letter on her desk grew lighter.

She typed out a Six-Character Quatrain.

Swallow characters fully express the meaning of return,
Not as good as half a page of your words.
Though a thousand miles separate us,
Our hearts have already returned to the same homeland.

Qing Tang finished reciting and pasted his poem together with her own Six-Character Quatrain on both sides of the returning geese painting. She said softly: "The return of wild geese has three realms: return to the nest, return of the heart, and return to the kindred spirit. Today, this third realm has been reached."

She rolled up the scroll and said: "Tomorrow, I'll bring an old friend with a vertical flute to play 'Plum Blossoms Falling.' How about discussing steadfastness with the three of you?"

The live stream ended. Lin Yanqiu spread the paper filled with poems on the table.

Qing Tang's lyric was like that painting of returning swallows, able to accommodate Young Master Zhao's wish for today, yet also carry the poems of mutual heart for returning. In this exchange, the live room had become a formation of wild geese where longing could be sent.

He touched the draft that spoke of "returning to the same homeland," and suddenly felt that in tomorrow's flute sound, a heavier steadfastness should be hidden.