Taoists Often Say

The most outstanding street scenes are always after nightfall, when the city seems to be alive in the darkness. You open your eyes silently, the traffic lights on the street corners and the orange car lights widen your eyes; it exhales quietly, and the soft drizzle covers the black and white sidewalks, blocking the green lights. I exhaled a breath of turbid air, as if to destroy my obsession with fairness, continued to pick up my legs, and walked towards the rain curtain. When the rain really hugged my shoulders, I was frightened and overwhelmed by the rain curtain - I felt as if I was suddenly restrained, as if my whole body was covered by an iron falling from the sky. The cage was also connected to a long iron chain, and the end of the chain led directly to the empty sky... I am Yu Duan, just a Taoist who is searching for the Tao. The silky rain is soft and soft, and it is indescribable. It is full of indescribable tenderness. It is hard to explain the reason. I stood silently in the rain with my head lowered. Mumbling and retelling the sadness coming from the wind. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.