Love in the Sentient World

There are only a few white clouds and dogs, and what has passed away is beauty, tranquility, fine weather, ease, relaxation and comfort. Such and such, such and such, if you want to cover it up, time will pass like water. The dust has settled. Motes of dust, the heart is like still water. Helpless, helpless, empty. The Master said on the river, "The deceased is like this." If we use time and space to interpret it, we can see past the autumn water and see past the youth. I, under this green shade, hold a book. This summer, I dove into the pile of books and read. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.