Last night, I had a dream. I dreamed of the sea of flowers at Haihui Temple. Human memory is a strange thing. Sometimes a scene you didn’t give much thought to at the time will follow you around and appear at all sorts of moments. I don’t know how that brilliant sea of flowers touched me, or perhaps there are beautiful things whose beauty seems eternal, and others whose beauty makes you feel they’ll vanish in an instant. Yet it’s often the latter that move us. Just as the marks left in our hearts are always the scratches of sorrow, not the slight tightening of the heart when we laugh.
In my dream, I saw myself lying on a rock, lazily watching the clouds shift across the sky.
Why don't you write anymore?
It's a good start, a bit interesting.
There is still freedom there...
No one can survive. .
The butterfly is reborn due to the crack. . .
In order to download the electronic version, I actually have to comment for myself~
The thinking is meticulous, the language is concise and clear, and the story is elegant, with a touch of sadness. I didn't expect you to be such a delicate and sensitive person. There is indeed something extraordinary about him, I admire him. You, the story and the feeling of your writing have given me a strong shock. No words can express my mood at this moment. You are a very emotional and thoughtful person.
It's really well written, but it seems to be a huge hole that has lasted ten thousand years. I cried.
Updated. . . . Ha ha. . . Actually. . I also want to thank you for this article. . . Because. . . I recovered. . . From the abnormal state after seeing Park Chung-jae alive. . . Whee. . .
Saw this today. . . . . . This. . . Very nice. . . Impressions of the Emperor. . It hasn't been very good. . . . Lin Dan's choice of role. . . Just right. . . I followed this from BS. . . . I really admire you. . .