Idle Stories

A short story written for nothing. There is more than one color in the world, and the same applies to human life. There is not only red, which represents happiness, but also blue, which represents sadness. Memory is a picture scroll that records life. Only one color is too monotonous. Whether it is good or bad, blue or red, each of the above colors is your own unique color, and finally forms a unique color. There is no use in escaping a unique picture. One day, when you look at that picture again, you no longer only see a certain piece of blue and darkness, but see the overall splendor of it. When you recall your memories, you no longer only feel sadness and pain, but also feel nostalgia from it, then you have really grown up. The flowers settle down gently in the wind, and time leaves its light footprints, rolling up the beauty of the past and passing away leisurely. In the last chapter of the night, the sweet fragrance disappeared. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.