I traveled between the past and present lives, I wandered between heaven and earth, I floated on the clouds, I swam in the ocean currents, I wandered in deep mountains and ravines, I inhabited the ghost walls of hell; I admired the beautiful mountains and rivers, I saw all kinds of worlds, I saw innocence and innocence, I saw the ugliness of people's hearts, I heard the world's oaths, I heard the so-called promises; I have seen loyal people, I have seen unjust people, I have seen the sky. Outer immortals, I have seen phantom monsters, I have seen strange news and strange things, I have seen leisurely countryside; everyone in the world has a life, everyone has a dream; one person has one life, one dream in one life; and it is like the golden light of the sun shining into every layer of the world. In the waves, the waves reflect each other and give them spiritual light; I am like a scavenger, picking up the broken dreams in the water one by one, sealing them, and storing them. I am just gathering every strand of dreams left on the horizon and connecting them together. In fact, I am just a storyteller, or a dream teller. Little broken dreams, wisps of fragrance, floating dreams and spiritual light, please listen to me. . .