As I walked, I passed by rows of people who couldn't see clearly and couldn't catch them. Occasionally one or two of them had a slightly clearer image. And I, either out of curiosity or out of fun, just looked around and they just spent a little time and energy to show something in front of me.
I don't know them at all personally. Naturally, I am not eager to know their names, nor do I need to know their occupation, habits, residence, social interactions, whether they are happy or not, and what their desires are. So after a moment, I used imagination to maintain their style, enrich their thoughts, and form their ideas.
Sometimes I stand by the window and open a corner of the curtain. Look, they are coming.
A peach blossom falls in the floating life.