Chapter 74 The sick poet (3)

The poet is sick—thanks to the sick goddess for cutting off unnecessary friendship with the paper and pen of the poor.Beside the bed—a short little table, blossoming red flowers, and a curved painting screen, enveloping the soul for a few days.The days are like years, in a quiet place - only listening to the soft sound of leaves outside the window, and reciting a few lines in a low voice: "The courtyard is deep..." Who is the gossamer bragging? Who is singing like flowing water?Gently got up and raised the curtains, into the voiceless.It's just the sound of the flute, it's just the poetic feeling, the brush is thrown away, the paper is thrown away, so I have to listen to it-listen.It's just a sound, why fill Kongming?Thanks to the sick goddess for cutting off unnecessary friendship with the jester's pen and paper for him.

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