? I often wonder, since the deceased is like a man, will he be like water, when it reaches the ocean, it turns into mist, clouds, and raindrops, and then comes back to me.
? Or maybe, everything in this world is a dead end. No matter how hard you try, you can't change anything.
? He is a watery person. When it's warm, when it's lively, when it's angry, when it's alienated.
? Starting from the slightly embarrassing acquaintance in Cuihu, I felt like I was suffering from water thirst, and I realized how good he was every day. Now it's like stepping into the desert and throwing yourself into the flames, without a trace of moisture on your body.
? Even if you hold the water in your hand, it will not leave any trace.
? He left, I told myself, and I have gradually become accustomed to this kind of life.
? But, how can we give up water?
? "Why is it called 'Miao'?" I once asked him.
"The Taoist priest said that I was short of water in my life, so my mother gave me this name. Haha, it turns out that I really can't leave here now." He spit out the tin tube, untied the belt, smiled back at me, and immediately got into the warm lavender clothes.