Leaf heart series:
The world is a shattered mirror, and we each hold on to the sharp fragments and move forward.
I counted the bloodstains in my palm prints - they were as cold as dry ice that would never melt, maintaining an absolutely free molecular structure at minus 18 degrees Celsius.
Li Hao's eyes are always raining roses, and those withered petals pile up into the coffin of our seventeenth year old.
Duan Lingling's lip prints were like burning phosphorus fire, and every kiss made the midnight ceiling peel off its walls.
As for Ye Zixin, she always crashes into the revolving door at the deepest moment of autumn, with the tips of her hair stained with gold dust from the universe.
Heraclitus said you can't step into the same river twice, but there were five different fish swimming in my wound. They use their gills to breathe my loneliness, and use their scales to reflect the moonlight outside the window.
When the rainy season overflowed the city's waistline for the seventh time, I finally understood that the so-called love is nothing more than two incomplete bodies reflecting each other, and those cracks just form the shape of light.
It looks good, cheers, author