**”Chronicles of the Jade Flute in March“**
Through glacé-cracked bamboo, glacial glimmer exudes, A zheng-note* suspends on the bough's fifteen-degree arc. Moss traces climb in seal-script strokes, subdued— One tremble of jade beads spills half an *Almanac of Moons*, Matinal dew dissolving where ink-dark verses start. Wh