I like that place. Six-year-old Man Jin said that. Maybe there are really some people in this world who are willing to be gods, willing to give up the worldly affairs in order to be able to roam freely. In their hearts, perhaps fame, fortune or love are no longer important.
Of course, there will be regrets. Loneliness is like the cold mist on Qianjue Pond that lingers all year round. Not everyone can be a god, because the world is too beautiful, so the loneliness of gods has become doomed.
I once looked up at the sky and wondered: Is there really a fairy in the misty clouds? How do they look down at all the living beings in this mortal world? Every living being should have his or her own choice, and once this choice is made, it cannot be changed.
So, have those free and lonely creatures ever regretted it?
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