C249 The Return of the Consort of the Great End(part I)

Sunny day, Peach Blossom Shore, to the Falling Flower Twin Swallows. The snow and ice had just melted, and the tender shoots were already growing on the branches.

Bright pool of blue water, old streets, alleys, green slabs, floral shoes swept past the pair. The plain paper umbrella, the head of the cloud, and the small hairpin dragonfly hairpin.

Wherever, the strings of the lute are touched