Chapter Forty-Four Last Night the East Wind Stirred the Small Tower Again (IV)
Word Number：142
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2025-09-21
The great strings sound like driving rain, the small strings whisper like secret talk. Their clamorous and private notes interweave, big and small pearls falling on a jade plate. Between phrases the oriole’s song slips beneath the blossoms; a subdued spring runs like ice under strain. The icy spring goes cold and bitter; the strings freeze and break, the music halts. A different grief and hidden hatred rises — at such a moment, silence is more eloquent than sound. A silver vase suddenly breaks, water splashes; iron cavalry bursts forth, blades and spears cry. When the tune ends and the plectrum is withdrawn, the heart is struck like a painted stroke; the four strings sound once like tearing silk. East boats and west barges fall into hush; only the autumn moon is white over the river’s heart. At the Immortal Resid
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