Jiumo is standing in the sky in the dust,
The remaining makeup of midsummer embraces the night.
Li Meng was startled and the night was cold,
Now that you have entered Buddhism, it is difficult for you to accept it.
The white gardenias were blown off their branches by the wind, and your cassocks fell all over your clothes. My heart is as persistent and single-minded as Gardenia said.
But, even if the flowers have faded and I am getting thinner, your feelings are still hard to expect.
When you left, I was the only one standing and staring alone in the bustling street, leaving only a shadow in the sky.
In the middle of the night in midsummer, my makeup has faded and I am lonely. I keep my lovesickness in my heart and have no sleep in my quilt.
The dew of the summer night was deep and cold, and the image of you and me parting came unexpectedly into my dream. After waking up from the dream, the feeling of remoteness made me suddenly feel lonely.
I know that my feelings have been planted in my heart, but now that I have entered Buddhism, it will be difficult for me to have a mortal relationship with you.
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Wenwen is a collection, mainly about sadomasochistic love.
I will also post some words that I filled in.
The introduction simply tells a story, which also reflects my writing style in my seventies.
Every story is my hard work, I hope someone likes it.
What's wrong with short stories? Come and collect it! Waiting for you~
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