You can see jade when you cut through the clouds, and the broken jade leaves white space.
Yun Jinxi has the wisdom of waking up too early.
Like dew that sees the ending before dawn, like thin porcelain holding the hot moonlight, making people worry that it will crack in the next second.
He was one of those people who was born to know too much.
When you look at flowers, they will fade; when you look at people, they will say goodbye. Analysis is not a knife or ax, but a gaze; it is not a split, but a penetration.
So his name is a metaphor for his life.
Jade is hidden in the clouds, and light is hidden in the jade. The light is too penetrating, like a knife or an arrow, so it cannot stay for long.
The last time I saw him was like the first time I saw him.
Quiet.
At first, he was reading in a corner of the library, and he was astonished, as if he was in another world. Now, he lies quietly in the tomb, separated by heaven and earth.
The jade-like face exuded a sense of serenity and freedom. At this moment, he was no longer afraid of the cold and no longer suffering from illness. Perhaps this was a relief for him.
Purpose: cherish the present moment