C35 Learning Meridians

The night of March had that hint of shade. The wind of March should have been cool, but the more it blew, the more lonely it became.

Xu Meng sat alone on a huge rock as she blew on the wind. She raised her head and looked at the enchanting starry sky. The stars were twinkling. This was a beauty that the heavens had bestowed upon us …

The night wind blew her hair, dancing in the air