This is a story about Wu Xie and his little brother.
Semi-fiction. Unoriginal style. Abuse.
Once upon a time, the spring breeze leaves.
There are so many people in the world coming and going, and there are heavy winds and frosts on the road, but I just feel lonely. There are so many roads in the world that are winding and bumpy, and the continuation falls all the way from the end of the vision, but I can't move forward.
There was so much sorrow in this world of mortals, and I couldn't help but cry bitterly on the way home. Sadness is unavoidable, but it's just that life comes to an end, and a gray head is a regret, and the smoke and dust cannot be swallowed.
I'm just telling a story about coming all the way back. Now, the light is dim and the time is just right.