There was once a girl who dreamed of the sea. She was pale and thin and said that her lifelong dream was to see the sea with her own eyes and touch the waves with her own hands.
Later, she realized her wish and she became one with the sea forever.
Today I burned a lot of paper money on the beach, and then asked Dahai: Where is Xiaojiu now?
The waves are silent
To commemorate the birthday of my friend Xiaojiu one and a half years after his death, I would like to dedicate this document to Xiaojiu in heaven and Xiaojiu in the sea.
Intention: