Chapter Ninety-Eight A spirit of heroic resolve flows unceasingly (II)
Word Number：172
Author：一曲雨霖铃
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Release Time：2025-10-08
Searching, seeking, desolate and bleak, sorrowful and woeful beyond measure. In the season when warmth and chill alternate, it is hardest to endure. Three or two cups of mild wine—how can they withstand the fierce wind at dusk? The geese pass by, stirring grief, for they are old acquaintances. The ground is heaped with yellow chrysanthemums, withered and forlorn; who now is left to pluck them? Guarding the window, how can one bear the lonely night? The parasol trees with fine rain at dusk drip and patter; such a state—how can a single word of sorrow suffice? It was said that in recent days the autumn wind of Luoyang was keen, like the chill of winter. Li Chenghao, Lin Wanyan, and Zhang Xiao, having obtained the evidence, visited Li Linfu. Li Linfu, upon hearing the case, rejoiced inwardly: “Who would have thought the youth could uncover the truth?” Yet his countenance remained calm. Stroking his beard and pondering a while, he said, “Indeed, heroes are born of youth. I shal
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