"The orchid wine shop is full of lights and tears,
Sell away all the charm with gold,
The mist and rain gently scratched the beauty's back,
Appreciating silk, bamboo, and dancing in robes..."
Even now, when I think about that first encounter, I am still filled with joy and excitement.
That blond, blue-eyed, exotic boy with gorgeous clothes.
The man leaning on the railing looked out, his eyes full of loneliness and wandering amidst the sound of singing and drinking.
That cynical smile.
…
Looking back now, it feels like a dream.
Although he couldn't see clearly or hold it, it still remained indelibly in his heart.
And he never saw the boy in the dream again.
Life is like a dream, who can say that this endless waiting and uncontrollable looking back will not become another dream?
Even now, driven by time, he has already understood what the loneliness in that person's eyes is, but he can no longer do anything to face that sincere and brilliant smile when parting with his own selfishness.
"White clouds are coming, and yellow dust is rising in the sky. Guanshan is surrounded by mountains, and my hometown is thousands of miles away."
——Xijing's "Liangzhou", a story about hometown and dreams
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