Chapter 13 one word

That day the lake was overcast with indifference, and the wet smoke covered the splashing scales. Dongfeng caressed my shoulder calmly, "Wait a minute, don't say that word just yet!" That night, the sky was densely littered with stars, and a pair of delicate birds perched on the top of the tree. Nanfeng teasingly pressed against my cheek, "It's over, you said that sentence!" That night there was a sad moonlight on the lake, and twinkling autumn fireflies flew across the water. The west wind gently pressed my lips, "Why are you still thinking about that sentence?" Today, there is a whistling wind and sand in the sky, and the frightened crows who have lost their companions are wailing in the wind.

Beifeng wiped my eyes seriously, "It's late, do you want to take back that sentence?" February, March, 1936. (This article was originally published in the joint issue of "Freedom Review" Nos. 25 and 26 on May 30, 1936.)