Reality is trivial and there are many worries, but fortunately there is still a dream that can contain all the joy.
I always wake up and quietly pick up those tender and bright moments at night and write them into stories. There are no ups and downs in the main plot, no complicated entanglements, just pure and beautiful adventures.
I treasure these illusory but real beauties, let the short-lived dreams stay longer in the words, lengthen the happiness in the dreams, rub them into ordinary days, and support me to live seriously.
Concept: A collection of short stories, one chapter of a dream