I don't know when I fell in love with Xi Murong's poems. The light, refreshing fragrance feels refreshing in the palm of your hand, just like holding a cup of tea. Her words lingered on the tip of my nose, unable to disperse or wave away...
Typing out her words word for word, my feelings. No need to copy, no need to paste.
Not for anything else, just for the love in my heart, the love that is in my heart.
——2012/7/16