Under the heavens

Author: Guo Jingming
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Publish Date: 2004-01-01
Features: In the light of lanterns and the sound of oars, the sky is still cold, and the water is still cold. In dreams, the gentle melody of silk and bamboo instruments fills the air. Beyond the tower, beyond the mountain, beyond the tower and mountain, the person has not returned. The person has not returned, the wild geese write back, long past the River of Forgetfulness, the person playing the lute is drenched in tears. Willow catkins fall, covering the shoulder. Covering the shoulder, the flute sound is cold, the window shadow is broken, in the misty waves and the sound of oars, where is Jiangnan. When I pierced the throat of that person with the singing moon sword in my hand, the blood of that person flowed down the blade and dripped drop by drop from my wrist onto the marble floor. His blood formed a gurgling stream, like the gentle river I had heard and seen since childhood in Jiangnan. A winding and solemn stream scattered in all directions. I turned around and saw my mother's exquisite beauty. Her black hair fluttered in the damp wind of Jiangnan. She smiled at me and said, "Lianhua, this person's name is Liao Jian, the second most skilled assassin in Jiangnan. Now he is dead at your hands, and you will take his place." My mother's smile drifted in the wind, finally becoming less clear, like an ancient ink painting, thick with mist.