Two years passed, and the clouds disappeared in a blink of an eye.
I often think of you asking me with a smile whether the Mingjiao sand is really as beautiful as the stars in the sky as rumored. Unfortunately, I can no longer take you to see it with your own eyes.
I have experienced fireflies fluttering at the moon, bright stars and rivers, countless small fires in red stoves, and night conversations with you.
I have also heard you talk about the Book of Songs, Spring and Autumn Period, and the Doctrine of the Mean.
Summer insects grow in spring ponds, and winter snow brings autumn breeze.
Until now, there is nothing left but a ridiculous dream.
Intention: Cherish the present, move forward, don't regret