In a person's long life, if he can cut off the misery that comes with him, will he be able to find the same happiness as when he was first born?
I was pushed forward by time, and in a hurry, only two lines of unfinished words were left.
He stood alone under the tree in the courtyard, raising his head slightly to look at the low-hanging branches. The flowers on them were scattered like fresh snow.
Year after year, year after year.