[Leslie Cheung Fan]everytime

If I had the beautiful silk and satin of heaven, Weaved with golden and silver light, Night, day, dawn and evening, Blue, gray and black brocade, I will spread this brocade under your feet; But I am penniless and only have dreams; I spread my dreams at your feet, Be gentle, because you are stepping on my dream. ——William Butler Yeats, "The Brocade of His Desire for Heaven" The title of this article should actually be "Everywhen" according to grammar, but "Everytime" sounds better. This article was inspired by the comments in the previous article. When discussing what I could do if I traveled through time, I thought about it for a long time and replied, if it were me, I could only write a letter to my brother. Indeed, I could do nothing but write letters. So let's try writing a short story and see what the result will be like for a girl who can only write letters. Suddenly I found that the heroines I wrote were more incompetent than the last... Could it be that because I couldn't write the golden-fingered sister Rong, my enthusiasm exploded in pursuit of the lower limit? Looking at the sky Intention: