Hong Luo Lai watched the sky outside the hall change from ancient blue to deep blue, and the rain gradually stopped. He pressed his temple with his ring finger and said, "Play a song for me. I think I'm sleepy." Ye Niao took out Jiaowei in response and plucked the strings with her slender hands. We meet again in the depths of Qulan, and we tremble with tears in the moonlight. After a desolate farewell, the two echoed each other, and the most regrettable thing was the bright moon. I have slept alone for half my life, and the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. What is the most fascinating thing in my memory? The first painting of Luo Jun is to break a branch and look like a dragon. The melodious sound of the piano floats out from Wuthering Heights, and the first ray of dawn has ushered in the eastern sky, and the sun shines on every place in the world. The sea was flushed, and the killings gradually surfaced. The game has just begun. ///////Something to Say was written in 2010. I used to hand-write the manuscript in my homework book. I moved and picked up old things, and I was filled with emotions. All the overly complex rhetoric and descriptions in the book were clumsy attempts. One hundred thousand words later, it is continued now. There are understandable differences, but the original text is still here, reminding me that that was my golden age.