Chase Cicadas

About This Novel

A piece of cake, a bowl of rice soup, chewing grass roots and lying on the hillside, watching the warm soft clouds in the sky gathering and dispersing into the shape of steamed buns, dandelions falling to the tip of the nose, and then floating away in the clear air, looking like duckweeds in the tourmaline-like distance. People often say that looking for immortals is like a cicada shed, dormant in the vast darkness, with ten feet of soft red outside, and the spare time is lonely and lonely. The seasons change like clouds and smoke, and the reincarnation changes easily. Even if one day it breaks the ground, the eyes will lose their color, covered with thin wings, and they will never recover in the wind and dew. My search for immortality is like chasing cicadas, eight steps away, across the north and south of the river, all over the mountains and rivers, in heaven and on earth.

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