Book introduction:
A lifetime of waiting; a turn may be a lifetime of pain, a lifetime of miss; a touch of wind may be the beginning of a rainstorm, a baptism of fire. Stepping on the moon and following the wind, I studied the lovesickness and entered the ink. I wrote the fallen flowers and filled out half a volume of clear poems. In the glimpse of the flower paper, I let my longing linger and read you a thousand times. Through the window of time, I will describe my nostalgia lightly. A journey of mountains and rivers will be enriched by a person; a period of time will be lush with an encounter. Wherever the breeze passes, the heart is like an elegant green lotus, exuding a bright and distant tranquility with a clear rhyme like water, sealed in the dust, and staring at the first sight.