I want to hold the sword, look at the wind and moon, appreciate the love, and not be stained by the sorrow of the world with my former brothers and sisters, but walk through the rivers and years again and again in a happy reunion.
This country, time and space is actually a virtual and imaginary form, full of human touch.
What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of love?
I use small and short-lived plots to open up people's daily questions. Time and time again, unexpected characters appear, gaining more meaning from the ups and downs of life. I think that the most beautiful moment in life is to put the icing on the cake between nothingness and reality, mixing people's imagination, struggle, and thinking to sublimate a layer of meaning. This meaning is even more reflected in the writing of words.
This is not a kind of literary creation, but a constant writing, writing about each person - his eyebrows, eyes, legs, feet, movements, and the character image that has been processed in my heart. The people I love, they should be wiser and more ethereal.
Intention: Holding an ancient sword in one hand, twisting green silk with the other, seeing through the cold, life is nothing but toppled between cold and warm.