A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath a willow whose branches sweep the earth like an old man’s beard. It is said that on moonless nights, the tree whispers secrets to those who dare listen—not in words, but in shivers of leaves and creaks of wood. A young scholar once camped beneath its boughs, seeking inspiration for his imperial exams. As midnight approached, a soft murmur filled the air, weaving stories of ancient lovers parted by war, of forgotten poets who carved verses into the...
