How should I write about you? It was written about that winter afternoon, when the copper bell under the door eaves was wrapped in the warm sun and you were sleeping, while you were sitting on the wooden chair by the window with your chin propped up, your fingertips gently rubbing the texture of the corner of the table, your eyes filled with tiny pieces of light, as if you were quietly expecting my footsteps to pass through the alley.
Behind the counter, the whole body is filled with the smell of old wood and sandalwood. You listen lazily to the sound of dust slowly settling in the light beam. Even though you have your eyes closed, you can clearly see the mountains and sea surging in your eyes, which is clear and deep.
Even if one day the wind and sand of time blur my memory and blow away the fragments of the past into smoke, I will definitely remember you. After walking through the noise and loneliness of this world, you are the most beautiful flower season in my life and the brightest light in spring. At this moment, the sunlight shines on the page through the window lattice. I hold the pen and slowly lower it. Your name flows on the tip of the pen, becoming the most wonderful chapter I have written in my life.
"This book is not a cool article", "Tradition", "Era", "Reality", "Countryside", "Suffering"
Intent: The eternal comfort of warmth and the accumulated life force