# Chapter 181-182: I Won't Marry!
The western mountains held the setting sun in their jaws. Clouds and rosy霞 became an inkstone, the firmament became paper, and together they poured out mystical yellow brilliance.
Suddenly, returning geese pierced through the sunset clouds, their wingtips stained with dusk light.
A thousand qing of rice fields instantly became golden waves. As the grain-surf rose and fell, every husk seemed like a tiny bronze mirror, reflecting halos of differing depth.
On the stream's surface, gold floated and scales leapt—neither fish nor light.
Village children laughed and chased one another. The tips of their hair and the corners of their clothes were all adorned with fine specks of golden light, as though powdered golden pills had been scattered down by an exiled immortal.
Bihan Pond.
A mountain wind brushed past, and several strings of wind chimes hanging beneath the eaves of the bamboo houses released pleasant sounds that cleansed the heart.
