Reflections on the Three Rivers

Once again, I walk along Sanjiang Road. To say my heart is calm as still water would be a lie; Sanjiang Road, to me, is a resting platform amid the hardest journey. Here, I need not struggle so desperately—my new book can achieve remarkable results with ease. It is a pair of wings that can carry me to the sky.

Yet, alas, these wings are made of wax. Each of us longs to soar high above, to embrace the sun and welcome our brightest moment. But sadly, none of us can possess these wings forever. When they lift us into the heavens, the wax melts, the wings fall away, and if we have not yet learned to fly on our own, plunging into the sea is our only fate.

But it does not matter. Our "Silver Fox" has grown its own wings, and our vast readership is the strongest support we could ever have.

Dearest brothers and sisters, it is because of your support that I believe we will reach the burning sun. To dance in the brightest world—what an honor that would be! Brothers and sisters, lend me a feather; I shall weave the most powerful wings in the world to embrace the sun.

Hahaha, my words of gratitude are finished. Would everyone please vote for Sanjiang? I just checked; we have the Sanjiang seal, but our ranking is far too low.

I beg you. With respect, Jieyu.

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