1 Chapter One
A delightful woman picked lotuses by the fall bank, her restricted and slim sleeves transiently uncovered a couple of brilliant arm bands.
The impression of the water cast light all over as she understood that the bloom she culled seemed to be a face, her heart was nevertheless a string in a tangled wreck.
Mandarin ducks on the banks as night drew nearer and the breeze blended waves, as perceivability turned out to be low they couldn't track down a buddy.
The young lady picks lotuses by the fall bank, as shepulls on her limited sleeves, two gold wristbands are uncovered. On a superficial level isa image of excellence, however under her heart resembles a string attempting to beuntangled.
The haze has eased up due to the solid
twists, however as time draws near, isolation lies
by the stream. A puzzling melody is heard
from far off, apparently from the Jiangnan
territory. A delicate and elegant tune was played
which conveyed across the lake's surface under
the front of the fog. When the melody had
gotten done, a little boat showed up. Inside the
boat were five young ladies who were singing and
chuckling, picking lotuses into the boat. The
verses the young ladies sang were from the sonnet
The Butterfly Loves the Bloom, composed by
the Tune artist Ouyang Xiu, the words sung
matched what the young lady was feeling inside;
however just sixty words were sung, the
season, season of day, spot, landscape and the
young lady's face, garments, hair decorations, feelings
were completely portrayed fastidiously. The following part
of the tune is as though somebody is portraying a
scene, a romantic tale, which is close on a fundamental level yet
far away, however an affection which isn't yet depleted.
Ouyang Xiu was in Jiangnan as a court
official where he carried on with a comfortable way of life,
doing however he wanted, in what he
was doing (perusing, composing etc.,). Individuals of
Tune shouldn't utilize their situation to manhandle the
town's kin, yet it isn't taboo to utilize
verse for recreation. Up to a line of verse
emerged, for however long there is well water to
go with a melody, as the Jiangnan spring
comes and the willow buds, as lotuses are on
the pre-winter lake, all that follows is an
Ou sonnet.
It was during the year when Southern Tune was laid out, and when the South Lake
became famous. It was close to mid fall,
as lotus leaves rotted, and when
lotus cases were at their best. A tune spread
across the lake to a Taoist priestess' ear.
As she sat alone under a willow tree
unobtrusively, the night winds constrained her to put an
apricot yellow robe on. The breezes made due
to brush a piece of soil on her neck. She
concealed her sentiments, as 'a forlorn heart like a
string attempting to be unwound'. The melody
progressively moves away, the tune is a refrain
of Ouyang Xiu's Butterfly Loves a Blossom. A
light breeze conveyed two sentences; "there are
no sweethearts meeting under the breeze and moon,
the past resembles a fantasy cut off". The tune
comes to a rest. A grin happened upon her lips.
She let out a murmur and lifted a left hand
uncovering a horrendous palm. "What do you find so
entertaining?" she muttered to herself. She sang to
herself, without grasping the lament and
distress inside the sonnet.
Remaining around 100 feet from
the priestess, a clearly dressed unshaven old
man was standing quietly unaffected yet as
he heard the two sentences he let out an
very peaceful murmur.
A little boat tenderly skims across the blue
jade lake. The young ladies on the boat were youthful;
three of them around fifteen or sixteen, the
other two were around nine. Two of the young ladies
were cousins. The more established of the two was
called Cheng Ying; the more youthful was called Lu
Wushuang. The distinction in age was around a half year.
The other three young ladies were singing tunes
continually, the boat rising up out of a heap of
lotus leaves.
Cheng Ying said, "Cousin, could you at any point surmise
who that elderly person is?" highlighting the man
under the willow tree.
The hair on that man is completely screwed up, his
facial hair free, the shade of his facial hair was dark
like a crow's, it isn't extremely old to demonstrate that he,
in spite of the fact that his face has hints of kinks like
those of a seventy or eighty year old. He is
sporting blue, around his neck is hung a brilliant
glossy silk napkin. On it was weaving of feline hopping
at a butterfly, however the image is presently old
furthermore, disappearing.
Lu Wushuang said, "That weird man has
stayed there for a portion of a day now, for what reason doesn't he
move?"
Cheng Ying said, "If you need to call him
something, call him old granddad. In the event that you call
him peculiar, most likely he would blow up."
Lu Wushuang snickered, "Would he say he is not peculiar?
He's old yet he is as yet wearing a face cloth. On the off chance that the
hairy man gets up and ends up being irate,
that is unquestionably something to be watched."
From inside the boat a rumpled lotus was
lifted up and is tossed towards the man.
The boat is around ten feet from the man. Lu
Wushuang is youthful however the strength in herarms isn't weak, the one stroke was very
exact.
Cheng Ying yelled out," Cousin!"
It was intended to defer her however she saw the
lotus was before her face and went by.
As the man looked into, he saw the lotus flying
towards him, however he didn't put his hand up
to get it and allowed it to smack him in the face. He
begun to eat the petals from his face and
garments despite the fact that the petals were harsh,
what's more, grinned as the boat is paddled nearer and
at last came shorewards.
Cheng Ying ran towards the man and pulled
his garments saying, "Old granddad, those are
not good to eat."
She ventured into a pocket and pulled out a
lotus blossom, split it open, stripped off eighteen
petals, then split open the blue green skin of
the lotus and eliminated the unpleasant center, and
then passed it onto the man's hand. The man
put it into his mouth and began to bite, and
felt a very sweet taste, totally
different to what he had eaten previously. He
let out a grin at Cheng Ying and gestured
his head. Cheng Ying trying again later and
gave one more lotus to the man. The man put
it in his mouth and bit for some time and
then gazed toward the sky and said, "Follow
me?" While he said this he was stepping in a
westerly course.
Lu Wushuang grasped Cheng Ying's hand and said, "Cousin lets follow him."
The one of the other three young ladies shouted out and
said, "How about we return home, assuming you go now, Woman will
admonish at us."
Lu Wushuang put on an insidious face after she
saw the bizarre man had taken off very
rapidly and said, "In the event that you don't come, fine", then, at that point,
delivered her cousin's hand and pursued
the man. Cheng Ying had come join in the festivities
with her cousin and couldn't let her be
thus followed.
The other three young ladies were more seasoned than them, yet
they didn't have a similar mental fortitude and just
gotten down on a couple of times, as they watched the
elderly person vanish into the mulberry woods
followed by the two cousins.
The elderly person ran exceptionally quick, yet saw that the
two cousins couldn't keep up so halted and
paused. Nonetheless, in the end he wouldn't stand by
any longer and turned around towards them,
snatched the young ladies, put one under each of
his armpits, and flew towards his objective.
The two young ladies could hear the sound of
the breeze in their ear, the stones and grass on
the ground went by their eyes. Lu Wushuang
became scared and yelled, "Let me go!
Let me go!" The bizarre man disregarded her, and
rather moved even speedier. Lu Wushuang
turned upward, and chomped furiously on the man's hand.
Teeth marks were left on the man's palm yet
he concealed the agony. Lu Wushuang relaxed her
teeth. She yelled and shouted with all her
life. Cheng Ying kept silent.
The elderly person rushed for some time and afterward put
the two young ladies down onto the ground. They
had shown up at a burial ground. Cheng Ying's face
was pale white, while Lu Wushuang's face
was enlarged and red. Cheng Ying said, "Old
granddad, we really want to return home, we don't need
to play any longer!"
