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
作者:黄教授
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第15章，箫声斗首梅花影与七绝修订版。 第15日，青堂直箫而立，主管上还凝着晨露。 他先吹了段梅花落前奏，随后填了阕梅花引起题。 雪压枝，香暗驰，梅蕊藏春待艳枝。 萧声迟，诉何事，只为心头一点坚守痴。 赵公子的词立刻裹着火箭特效冲进来。 梅花影，听萧，玉萧吹破梅花影，惹得痴心难入定。 火箭堆成锦绣亭，何愁梅蕊不繁盛。 朱门暖酒如绵，与卿同醉莫辞醒。 休向寒枝守清苦，荣华能抵十年冷。 50个火箭炸开的光，映的箫声都泛了亮。 金堂指尖在小孔上轻按，笑着回了却梅花影。 公子金堆锦绣亭，不知梅爱雪霜清。 箫声非为荣华素，指向寒枝表寸诚。 朱门暖非我营，梅心只恋旧原生。 若懂坚守真滋味，也应怜此一分清。 赵公子看得乐乐，又刷了10个火箭。 青也好看，我给你搭个暖棚护着。 王总的梅花引来的沉稳，带着商人间的练达。 半生阅尽寒与暑，最知坚守多辛苦。 瓶中傲骨胜梅花，愿以千金护其舞。 金作障，玉为幕，不教风霜侵半步。 若肯移身朱户里，何须独对寒枝宿。 清塘吹了个低回的泛音，和了却。 君言坚守多辛苦，我惜此中真意足。 梅花若离寒枝去，纵有金障也失魂。 金作障，玉虽堵，不如一句相知熟。 屏前暂借三分暖，已抵风霜万点酷。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭，弹幕里王总护花的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋听着箫声里的刃，像摸到了自己改稿时磨出的茧。 敲出一阙梅花影，雪欺梅，梅不摧，独向寒冬展玉肌。 箫声随，意相随，同守清欢，不问是与非。 莫笑书生贫道骨，自有丹心堪比玉。 纵然前路雾漫漫，一句乡愁终不负。 清塘念道，一句乡愁终不负时，箫声忽然转亮，向梅蕊破雪而出。 他抬笔续道 君言丹心堪比喻，我识笔底藏锋锐。 竹非为傲寒锋利，只为纳心有千钧不肯移。 箫声咽，意未歇，同守此心终不别。 纵然尘世有风波，自有词章作舟楫。 赵公子见他与林艳秋唱和投机，填了首七绝来争。 箫声怎比火箭响，梅蕊空开往自香。 我有貂裘兼美酒，何须寒处守清光。 清塘回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 貂裘虽暖裹俗尘，不及梅香一缕真。 公子若知坚守意，也应尽此雪终身 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭。 静，这雪中深够倔。 王总也续了七绝，字字落在实处。 坚守空言难御寒，金珠才是挡风帆。 小唐若肯随吾去，何愁梅蕊不团圆。 金堂贺了首七绝，坚守非位抗风寒，只为心头一寸安。 梅蕊从来不求满，半开半谢最堪观。 林艳秋看着半开半谢最堪观，忽然觉得案头那盆半死的绿萝都有了生气。 敲出一首七绝，箫声穿雪入眉心，一点坚守抵万金。 不必童颜遮冷雨，清词半阙已相亲。 清塘念完，将三人的诗抄在萧谱旁，轻声道，梅花有三守，守寒、守贞、守知音，今日这第三守，算是守住了。 他将萧收起，明日带幅寒江独钓图来，与三位论辜，可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。 清塘的词像那只旧萧，既承得住赵王的金风暖，又吹得出与他的玉骨寒。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能懂坚守的梅园。 他摸着那张写着已相亲的草稿，忽然觉得明天的钓竿上该挂着更重的孤意了。 第十六章，钓土豆菇，渔家傲，与五绝修订版。 第十六日，清塘展开寒江独钓图，水墨间的老翁披蓑笠舟，掉线直垂寒江。 他先填了却渔家傲起题，独钓寒江烟雪暮，鱼竿不钓精灵去，只钓心头一点素，谁解悟？孤舟自有孤舟去。 赵公子的词立刻裹着火箭特效冲进来，渔家傲关掉寒江独钓太凄楚，不如暖阁影图。 苏，火箭堆成金海岸，鱼满库，何须风雪里受苦。 朱门酒暖炉布，与卿同醉消孤独。 休向孤舟寻雅趣，荣华能抵千般酷。 紧跟着帝王套特效刷屏，金光几乎漫过画中寒江。 青堂指尖点着画中掉线，笑着回了却渔家傲。 公子笑我 寻栖处，不知孤舟藏真去。 金陵纵有千般富，难抵这一杆挑起心头诉。 朱门酒暖虽足，怎及江风拂面舒。 若懂孤中藏自在，也应惜此一分独。 赵公子看得乐乐，又刷了10个火箭，赌着没意思，我来陪你热闹。 王总的瑜伽傲来的沉稳，带着几分江湖气的通透。 半生闯荡之孤独，性欲瓶中解我苦。 愿以良田换相伴，情非俗，不向寒江吊残木。 金为屋，玉为路，护卿安稳度朝暮。 若肯抛却孤舟去，何愁岁月无归处。 清棠望着画中孤自题跋，合了却。 君言孤独需人护，我识孤中藏风骨。 孤舟非谓无人伴，只为那心头一点清如许。 经为巫，义虽堵，不如秉前一句故。 若能常得知音语，何惧江湖独自渡。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭，弹幕里王总董孤的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋看着图中孤舟，想起自己深夜改稿的孤灯，敲出一阕渔家傲。 独对孤灯敲句苦，笔尖不蘸浮名去。 只写心头一点素，谁与诉？孤影自有孤影去，莫笑书生贫道骨，自有青词堪作侣。 纵然尘世皆喧嚣，一句玉胜却人间千种句。 经常念到胜却人间千种句时，眼底亮了，提笔续道。 君言孤影有真趣，我知笔底藏深意。 孤灯非为无人伴，只为那，词中一点痴难替。 丙乾宇自坚毅，胜却金珠千万粒。 纵然未踏同条路，已有同心相照碧。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词意相契，填了首五绝来争。 孤舟寒江雪，不如高楼月。 我有声歌对，何愁无人说。 清塘回了首五绝，语气带了几分调侃。 高楼月虽明，不及江雪清。 笙歌纵热闹，难抵一心宁。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，凝着也得有人陪。 王总也续了五绝，字字落在实处。 孤苦非君子，金珠结此痴。 若肯随吾去，何愁无暖衣？青堂贺了首五绝，孤非因苦守，只为意中求。 暖衣虽可欲，不及一词头。 林艳秋看着不及一词头，忽然觉得案头的孤灯都暖了。 敲出一首五绝，孤舟钓寒江，我自调词章。 若得君一语，孤独也芬芳。 青堂念完，将他这首与自己的五绝贴在寒江独钓图两侧。 轻声道，孤有三境，孤苦、孤静、孤得其所，今日这第三境算是到了。 他卷起画轴，明日带幅竹石图来，与三位论气节，可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。 清塘的词像那幅寒江独钓图，既容得下赵王的金滩暖，又载得起他的孤舟去。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能懂孤独的江渚。 他摸着那张写着野芬芳的草稿，忽然觉得明天的竹石里该藏着更硬的气节了。
修正脚本
第15章，箫声斗守梅花影与七绝修订版。 第15日，清塘倚箫而立，竹管上还凝着晨露。 他先吹了段梅花落前奏，随后填了阕梅花引，起题。 雪压枝，香暗驰，梅蕊藏春待艳枝。 箫声迟，诉何事，只为心头一点坚守痴。 赵公子的词立刻裹着火箭特效冲进来。 梅花影，听箫，玉箫吹破梅花影，惹得痴心难入定。 火箭堆成锦绣亭，何愁梅蕊不繁盛。 朱门暖酒如绵，与卿同醉莫辞醒。 休向寒枝守清苦，荣华能抵十年冷。 50个火箭炸开的光，映得箫声都泛了亮。 清塘指尖在小孔上轻按，笑着回了阕梅花影。 公子金堆锦绣亭，不知梅爱雪霜清。 箫声非为荣华素，指向寒枝表寸诚。 朱门荣华非我营，梅心只恋旧原生。 若懂坚守真滋味，也应怜此一分清。 赵公子看得乐乐，又刷了10个火箭。 清也好看，我给你搭个暖棚护着。 王总的梅花引来得沉稳，带着商人间的练达。 半生阅尽寒与暑，最知坚守多辛苦。 瓶中傲骨胜梅花，愿以千金护其舞。 金作障，玉为幕，不教风霜侵半步。 若肯移身朱户里，何须独对寒枝宿。 清塘吹了个低回的泛音，和了阕。 君言坚守多辛苦，我惜此中真意足。 梅花若离寒枝去，纵有金障也失魂。 金作障，玉虽阻，不如一句相知熟。 屏前暂借三分暖，已抵风霜万点酷。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭，弹幕里王总护花的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋听着箫声里的韧，像摸到了自己改稿时磨出的茧。 敲出一阕梅花影，雪欺梅，梅不摧，独向寒冬展玉肌。 箫声随，意相随，同守清欢，不问是与非。 莫笑书生贫道骨，自有丹心堪比玉。 纵然前路雾漫漫，一句乡愁终不负。 清塘念道，一句乡愁终不负时，箫声忽然转亮，向梅蕊破雪而出。 他抬笔续道 君言丹心堪比玉，我识笔底藏锋锐。 竹非为傲逞锋利，只为纳心有千钧不肯移。 箫声咽，意未歇，同守此心终不别。 纵然尘世有风波，自有词章作舟楫。 赵公子见他与林艳秋唱和投机，填了首七绝来争。 箫声怎比火箭响，梅蕊空开往自香。 我有貂裘兼美酒，何须寒处守清光。 清塘回了首七绝，语气带了几分调侃。 貂裘虽暖裹俗尘，不及梅香一缕真。 公子若知坚守意，也应驻此雪终身。赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭。 静，这雪中梅够倔。 王总也续了七绝，字字落在实处。 坚守空言难御寒，金珠才是挡风帆。 小塘若肯随吾去，何愁梅蕊不团圆。 清塘和了首七绝，坚守非为抗风寒，只为心头一寸安。 梅蕊从来不求满，半开半谢最堪观。 林艳秋看着半开半谢最堪观，忽然觉得案头那盆半死的绿萝都有了生气。 敲出一首七绝，箫声穿雪入眉心，一点坚守抵万金。 不必彤云遮冷雨，清词半阕已相亲。 清塘念完，将三人的诗抄在箫谱旁，轻声道，梅花有三守，守寒、守贞、守知音，今日这第三守，算是守住了。 他将箫收起，明日带幅寒江独钓图来，与三位论孤，可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。 清塘的词像那只旧箫，既承得住赵王的金风暖，又吹得出自家的玉骨寒。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能懂坚守的梅园。 他摸着那张写着已相亲的草稿，忽然觉得明天的钓竿上该挂着更重的孤意了。 第十六章，独钓图，渔家傲，与五绝修订版。 第十六日，清塘展开寒江独钓图，水墨间的老翁披蓑立舟，钓线直垂寒江。 他先填了一阕渔家傲起题，独钓寒江烟雪暮，鱼竿不钓虚名去，只钓心头一点素，谁解悟？孤舟自有孤舟住。 赵公子的词立刻裹着火箭特效冲进来，你道寒江独钓太凄楚，不如暖阁共拥炉。 舒，火箭堆成金海岸，鱼满库，何须风雪里受苦。 朱门酒暖炉熏，与卿同醉消孤独。 休向孤舟寻雅趣，荣华能抵千般酷。 紧跟着帝王套特效刷屏，金光几乎漫过画中寒江。 清塘指尖点着画中钓线，笑着回了一阕渔家傲。 公子笑我寻栖处，不知孤舟藏真趣。 金陵纵有千般富，难抵这一杆挑起心头诉。 朱门酒暖虽足，怎及江风拂面舒。 若懂孤中藏自在，也应惜此一分独。 赵公子看得乐乐，又刷了10个火箭，说着没意思，我来陪你热闹。 王总的渔家傲来得沉稳，带着几分江湖气的通透。 半生闯荡历孤独，性喜杯中解我苦。 愿以良田换相伴，情非俗，不向寒江吊残木。 金为屋，玉为路，护卿安稳度朝暮。 若肯抛却孤舟去，何愁岁月无归处。 清塘望着画中孤自题跋，和了一阕。 君言孤独需人护，我识孤中藏风骨。 孤舟非谓无人伴，只为那心头一点清如许。 经为纬，遇虽阻，不如秉前一句故。 若能常得知音语，何惧江湖独自渡。 王总见他回应，立刻刷了30个火箭，弹幕里王总懂孤的赞叹刷屏。 林艳秋看着图中孤舟，想起自己深夜改稿的孤灯，敲出一阕渔家傲。 独对孤灯敲句苦，笔尖不蘸浮名去。 只写心头一点素，谁与诉？孤影自有孤影驻，莫笑书生贫道骨，自有青词堪作侣。 纵然尘世皆喧嚣，一真胜却人间千种句。 清塘念到胜却人间千种句时，眼底亮了，提笔续道。 君言孤影有真趣，我知笔底藏深意。 孤灯非为无人伴，只为那，词中一点痴难替。 本心愈自坚毅，胜却金珠千万粒。 纵然未踏同条路，已有同心相照碧。 赵公子见他与林艳秋词意相契，填了首五绝来争。 孤舟寒江雪，不如高楼月。 我有笙歌对，何愁无人说。 清塘回了首五绝，语气带了几分调侃。 高楼月虽明，不及江雪清。 笙歌纵热闹，难抵一心宁。 赵公子被逗笑，又刷了5个火箭，说这清孤也得有人陪。 王总也续了五绝，字字落在实处。 孤苦非君子，金珠结此痴。 若肯随吾去，何愁无暖衣？清塘和了首五绝，孤非因苦守，只为意中求。 暖衣虽可欲，不及寸心酬。 林艳秋看着不及寸心酬，忽然觉得案头的孤灯都暖了。 敲出一首五绝，孤舟钓寒江，我自调词章。 若得君一语，孤独也芬芳。 清塘念完，将他这首与自己的五绝贴在寒江独钓图两侧。 轻声道，孤有三境，孤苦、孤静、孤得其所，今日这第三境算是到了。 他卷起画轴，明日带幅竹石图来，与三位论气节，可好？直播关了，林艳秋把满纸诗词摊在桌上。 清塘的词像那幅寒江独钓图，既容得下赵王的金滩暖，又载得起自身的孤舟趣。 这一来一往间，倒让这直播间成了能懂孤独的江渚。 他摸着那张写着也芬芳的草稿，忽然觉得明天的竹石里该藏着更硬的气节了。
英文翻译
Chapter 15: The Sound of the Xiao Contends with the Plum Blossom Shadow and the Revised Heptasyllabic Quatrain. On the 15th day, Qing Tang stood by the clear pond leaning on his xiao, morning dew still clinging to the bamboo tube. He first played a prelude of "Plum Blossoms Falling," then composed a lyric to "Plum Blossom Guide" as an opening. Snow weighs on the branches, fragrance drifts unseen, Plum buds hide spring, waiting for bright boughs. The xiao's sound lingers, what tale does it tell? Only a stubborn devotion rooted in the heart. Young Master Zhao's verse burst in with rocket effects like fireworks. Plum blossom shadow, listen to the xiao, The jade xiao breaks the plum blossom shadow, stirring a heart too restless to calm. Rockets pile up into a brocade pavilion, Why worry that plum buds won't thrive? Warm wine in the vermilion gate is soft as silk, Let us drink together, don't refuse to wake. Do not cling to bitter cold on the wintry branch, Glory and wealth can offset ten years of chill. The light of fifty rockets burst, making the xiao's sound shimmer. Qing Tang pressed his fingertips lightly on the xiao's holes, smiled, and replied with a lyric to "Plum Blossom Shadow." Young Master piles gold into a brocade pavilion, Not knowing the plum loves frost and snow's purity. The xiao's sound is not for worldly splendor, It points to the cold branch to show a modest heart. Glory and wealth in the vermilion gate are not my path, The plum's heart only longs for its original home. If you understand the true taste of steadfastness, You should also cherish this bit of clarity. Young Master Zhao watched with delight and sent another ten rockets. "This clarity is beautiful too. I'll build a warm shelter for you to protect it." President Wang's "Plum Blossom Guide" came in steady, carrying the worldly wisdom of a merchant. Half a lifetime has seen cold and heat, I know best how hard steadfastness can be. The proud bone in the bottle surpasses the plum blossom, I wish to use a thousand gold pieces to protect its dance. Gold as a barrier, jade as a screen, Let not frost and wind encroach a single step. If you would move into the vermilion gate, Why must you lodge alone on the cold branch? Qing Tang blew a deep, lingering overtone and replied with a lyric. You say steadfastness is hard, I cherish the true meaning within. If the plum blossom leaves the cold branch, Even with a golden barrier, it loses its soul. Gold as a barrier, jade as a screen, Better than a single word of understanding. Before the screen, I borrow a little warmth, Enough to offset ten thousand points of frost. President Wang, seeing his response, immediately sent thirty rockets. The danmaku screen flooded with praises for President Wang's "protecting the flower." Lin Yanqiu listened to the resilience in the xiao's sound, feeling it like the calluses she had worn from editing her drafts. She typed out a lyric to "Plum Blossom Shadow": Snow bullies the plum, the plum does not yield, Alone it shows its jade form to the winter cold. The xiao's sound follows, intent accompanies, Together we guard pure joy, asking not right or wrong. Do not mock the scholar's poor and bony spirit, He has a red heart comparable to jade. Though the road ahead is shrouded in mist, A single phrase of homesickness will never be betrayed. As Qing Tang recited "a single phrase of homesickness will never be betrayed," the xiao's sound suddenly brightened, like plum blossoms breaking through snow. He raised his brush and continued: You say a red heart is comparable to jade, I recognize the sharpness hidden in your pen. The bamboo is not proud to show its sharpness, Only to hold a thousand pounds of resolve that will not yield. The xiao's voice chokes, the intent does not cease, Together we guard this heart, never to part. Though the world has storms and waves, We have verses and chapters to serve as our boat. Young Master Zhao, seeing the harmonious exchange between Qing Tang and Lin Yanqiu, composed a heptasyllabic quatrain to compete. How can the xiao's sound compare to the roar of rockets? The plum blossoms bloom in vain for their own fragrance. I have sable coats and fine wine, Why must I stand guard in the cold, keeping light? Qing Tang replied with a heptasyllabic quatrain, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. Though sable coats wrap worldly dust, They cannot match the true fragrance of a single plum branch. If the young master knew the meaning of steadfastness, He too should stay in this snow for life. Young Master Zhao laughed and sent another five rockets. "Quiet, this plum in the snow is stubborn enough." President Wang also added a heptasyllabic quatrain, every word grounded in reality. Steadfast talk is hard to ward off the cold, Gold and pearls are the real sails against the wind. If Little Tang is willing to follow me, Why worry that plum blossoms won't reunite? Qing Tang replied with a heptasyllabic quatrain: Steadfastness is not to resist the cold, But for an inch of peace in the heart. Plum blossoms never seek fullness— Half open, half fallen is most worthy of contemplation. Lin Yanqiu read "half open, half fallen is most worthy of contemplation" and suddenly felt that the half-dead pothos on her desk had gained life. She typed out a heptasyllabic quatrain: The xiao's sound pierces the snow into the heart's brow, A single point of steadfastness is worth a thousand gold. No need for crimson clouds to block the cold rain, Half a lyric already draws us close. After reciting, Qing Tang copied the three people's poems beside his xiao score and said softly, "The plum has three steadfast qualities: guarding the cold, guarding chastity, and guarding the one who knows its sound. Today, this third quality has been well guarded." He put away his xiao. "Tomorrow I'll bring a painting of fishing alone on the cold river to discuss solitude with the three of you. How about that?" The livestream ended. Lin Yanqiu spread the poetry-covered paper across her desk. Qing Tang's lyrics were like that old xiao— they could bear the warm golden wind of Zhao and Wang, and still blow out the cold jade of his own spirit. In this back-and-forth, the livestream had become a plum garden where steadfastness could be understood. She touched the draft that read "already draws us close" and suddenly felt that tomorrow's fishing rod should carry even heavier solitude. Chapter 16: The Painting of Fishing Alone, "Pride of the Fisherman," and the Revised Pentasyllabic Quatrain. On the 16th day, Qing Tang unfurled a painting of fishing alone on the cold river. In ink wash, an old man in a straw cape stood on a boat, his fishing line hanging straight into the icy waters. He first composed a lyric to "Pride of the Fisherman" as an opening: Fishing alone on the cold river in twilight snow, The fishing rod does not angle for empty fame, Only for a touch of simple purity in the heart. Who can understand? The solitary boat dwells in its solitude. Young Master Zhao's verse burst in with rocket effects: You say fishing alone on the cold river is too bleak, Better to sit around the warm hearth together. Comfort! Rockets pile up into a golden shore, Fish fill the storehouse—why suffer in wind and snow? Warm wine in the vermilion gate, incense from the stove, Let me share drunkenness with you to dispel solitude. Do not seek elegance in a lonely boat, Glory and wealth can offset a thousand kinds of hardship. Immediately, the kingly set effects scrolled across the screen, golden light almost flooding over the cold river in the painting. Qing Tang pointed at the fishing line in the painting, smiled, and replied with a lyric to "Pride of the Fisherman." Young Master laughs at me seeking a lodging place, Not knowing the lonely boat hides true pleasure. Though Jinling has a thousand kinds of wealth, They cannot match this rod lifting my heart's tale. Warm wine in the vermilion gate is fine enough, But how can it compare to the river breeze brushing the face? If you understand the freedom within solitude, You should also cherish this bit of aloneness. Young Master Zhao watched with delight and sent another ten rockets. "Boring, I say. I'll come warm your company." President Wang's "Pride of the Fisherman" came in steady, carrying a wise worldliness. Half a lifetime wandering, I've known solitude, Habitually seeking relief from my bitterness in wine. I would trade fertile fields for companionship— My feelings are not vulgar, I do not hang a withered branch on the cold river. Gold for a house, jade for a road, Protecting your peace through dawn and dusk. If you would abandon the lonely boat, Why worry that years have no home to return to? Qing Tang gazed at the self-written colophon on the painting and replied: You say solitude needs protection, I recognize the resilient spirit within solitude. The lonely boat does not mean being without companions, Only for that touch of clarity in the heart. Classics as weft, encounters though blocked, Better than a single word from the past. If I can often hear the language of a kindred spirit, Why fear crossing the rivers and lakes alone? President Wang, seeing his response, immediately sent thirty rockets. The danmaku screen flooded with praise for President Wang's "understanding solitude." Lin Yanqiu looked at the lonely boat in the painting and thought of her own solitary lamp while revising drafts late at night. She typed out a lyric to "Pride of the Fisherman": Alone before the lamp, I hammer out bitter lines, My pen does not dip into fleeting fame. I write only a touch of simple purity in my heart. To whom can I confide? The lonely shadow dwells in its presence. Do not mock the scholar's poor and bony spirit, He has pure lyrics to serve as companions. Though the world is full of noise and clamor, One truth outshines a thousand human phrases. When Qing Tang recited "one truth outshines a thousand human phrases," his eyes lit up. He raised his brush and continued: You say the lonely shadow has true pleasure, I know the deep meaning hidden beneath your pen. The solitary lamp does not mean being without company, It is only for that stubborn obsession in the words that cannot be replaced. My original heart grows ever more steadfast, Outshining ten thousand grains of gold and pearls. Though we have not walked the same road, We already share a heart that lights up the jade-like distance. Young Master Zhao, seeing the harmony between Qing Tang and Lin Yanqiu's lyrics, composed a pentasyllabic quatrain to compete. A lonely boat on a cold river of snow— Not as good as moonlight in a high tower. I have songs and music to keep me company, Why worry that no one will speak to me? Qing Tang replied with a pentasyllabic quatrain, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. Though the moon in a high tower is bright, It cannot match the clarity of river snow. Though songs and music are lively, Hard to equal a single heart at peace. Young Master Zhao laughed and sent another five rockets. "This lonely purity also needs company." President Wang also added a pentasyllabic quatrain, every word grounded. Solitary suffering is not for a gentleman— Gold and pearls tie up this obsession. If you would follow me, Why worry about lacking warm clothes? Qing Tang replied with a pentasyllabic quatrain: Solitude is not due to bitter clinging, It is for what the heart seeks. Warm clothes, though desirable, Cannot compare to a heart's response. Lin Yanqiu read "cannot compare to a heart's response" and suddenly felt that the solitary lamp on her desk had warmed up. She typed out a pentasyllabic quatrain: A lonely boat fishing the cold river, I tune my verses and chapters. If I can gain a word from you, Even solitude becomes fragrant. After reciting, Qing Tang posted his and Lin Yanqiu's pentasyllabic quatrains on either side of the painting of fishing alone on the cold river. He said softly, "Solitude has three realms: bitter solitude, quiet solitude, and solitude that has found its place. Today, this third realm has been attained." He rolled up the painting. "Tomorrow I'll bring a painting of bamboo and stone to discuss integrity with the three of you. How about that?" The livestream ended. Lin Yanqiu spread the poetry-covered paper across her desk. Qing Tang's lyrics were like that painting of fishing alone on the cold river— they could accommodate the warm golden shore of Young Master Zhao and still bear the lonely boat's delight. In this back-and-forth, the livestream had become a riverbank where solitude could be understood. She touched the draft that read "also becomes fragrant" and suddenly felt that tomorrow's bamboo and stone should hide even harder integrity.
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