I had a dream.
In the dream, beautiful flowers bloomed on the stone. When the moon passed by the garden, she brought me a gardenia.
The wind blows, and the gardenias are blown by the wind.
It was so light that it would float away quietly when the wind blew, so I hurriedly hid it in the book.
When I woke up from the dream, I opened the book in my dream and smelled the gentle fragrance of gardenia.
Intention: I want to see your latest photo recording your life