It is the ethereal smoke and the ashes passing by the wind.
It is also a short-lived passion that lasts until death.
The short introduction is selected from Haizi's poems. (If there is any infringement, please point it out and it will be deleted. Thank you.)
Not first person.
I wrote it with great care, and I hope you can correct me if there are any shortcomings.
There will be a lot of changes at the beginning, but they will stabilize later.
The early updates were slow, probably 2,000 to 4,000 words a day in June, but no manuscripts have been saved.