\In the early morning, you step through the mist, light veils dancing gracefully. The hem of your skirt flutters, like a white lotus in bloom. Pavilions by the water, bamboo shadows shining. Tea smoke curls upward, swirling into the air. Lying while playing the zither, why is your hair disordered? I have yet to meet you, by chance breaking through green gauze curtains?\With fallen leaves and withered branches comes spring again, the fields green with waves a thousand feet high. Smoke from cooking rises straight to the heavens, unable to understand why it bends and turns. White clouds magically form countless scenes, transforming into mountains hidden in mist. Kites dance lightly in the blue sky, a boat glides over the shimmering lake. Understanding the falling peach blossoms' pieces of emotion, turning them into longing sent along rivers. Fragrant petals fall onto the scroll-covered desk, frowning in thought as you ride a horse back.\That day, orioles chirped amidst graceful willows, clear waves rippling, hidden lotus blushing behind green screens. Light and shadow fly across the sky, whoosh, the traces of the wind are gone. Plucking strings of the zither, blowing the bamboo flute, drums and lute sounding together, flowers flutter in the courtyard like snow dancing in the air. Stretching out a hand, petals fall into the palm, holding dewdrops like tears, each piece cold, soaking fingertips, shaking off scattered longing, sniffing, the fragrance elegant and rich. In a moment, the skirt flares, spinning, sleeves dancing, knees bent, feet chasing, stepping into the falling flowers, sometimes twisting like silver snakes, sometimes budding and blooming, intoxicated by the charm of fluttering flowers, all with serene pleasure.
Drunk in the Clear Breeze
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This article aims to 'conceal,' titled 'Drunken Gentle Breeze,' yet the text never explicitly mentions the wind, but the wind is present everywhere, fully displaying its myriad forms. The mist swirls lightly because of the wind, skirts move with the wind, and hair becomes messy; subsequently, everything is influenced by the wind, making the scenery more enchanting. Although it seems like a depiction of the landscape, the wind is hidden everywhere. The word 'drunken' is blended with the love of mountains, rivers, and scenery. 'Seemingly formless yet surpassing form, wherever there is no wind in the text, there is wind'—this is its greatest feature.
I still need to eat~ Recently, I can't manage my finances, it's really tough... Us poor migrant workers...
You help me build the tower of 'Dripping Water Dragon Chant,' I help you build the tower of 'Drunken Breeze,' haha~
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