Women love to dream. I still remember that Ling'er in Xianyili always wanted to see red dandelions again. And I always hope to bathe in a rain of flowers.
When I saw the palace of thought in "Sherlock", I had the burning feeling of lightning striking my talent. If I can lie, then I think I have a palace of fantasy.
This is not unusual. People spend their whole lives pursuing the secrets of beauty, intelligence, longevity, etc., But all I want is to be different. Keep it in my heart and never forget it. I'm a typical word geek. I once saw a comment that people who are obsessed with literature and art are introverted loners. In the curling world, among millions of people, you can encounter high mountains and flowing water. However, your sentiments and aspirations can match each other, and the collision of edges and corners cannot be erased. You are you and I am me.
Words are like an addictive drug hidden in my bones and blood. I don't need it all the time, but I can't live without it. It is often my go-to comfort product when I am frustrated, and it is where my emotions come out. But I am really a boring person, and others often say that my writing is obscure and difficult to understand. But it stems from the contradiction between me longing for someone to iron my clothes and being afraid of being seen as vulnerable.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a red lotus, a passer-by in the world, with no desires or demands, neither sadness nor joy.
In this life, I have come from the mortal world naked, so I try my best to write a colorful life.