"Well, since everyone has no objections to the third place, I will now read out today's runner-up masterpiece, titled: *Wuling Chun*
*The wind has settled, the dust is fragrant, the blossoms are all gone;*
*Late in the day, too weary to style my hair.*
*Things remain, but the people are gone—everything is over;*
*Before I can even speak, my tears fall first.*
*I hear that the streams at Shuangxi are still lovely,*
*And I, too, plan to drift in a light boat.*
*I only fear that the small wooden boats of Shuangxi,*
*Cannot bear so heavy a load of sorrow.*
Chapter 229