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!"