Did the lights warm the lake, or did the lake absorb the lights?
Xia Bixia didn't know that that idea had already slowly left her mind with the passage of time, and gradually became blurred. However, such a result makes the idea even more precious.
We often add things in our minds that we have never realized, which are so-called fantasies. The more you fantasize, the more you can't wait to make it come true. And the farther away we are, the more time we spend on fantasy.
From this, those things become more beautiful the more we think about them, and the more we think about them, the more transparent the veil becomes, so thin that we think we can see it when the wind blows. Unexpectedly, it was not yarn, but smoke. The louder the blowing, the more blurry our vision becomes...
Intention: