Floating Clouds

Too many people say yes, it is true that there is no such thing as a god in this world. Huang Ling was lying on the warm bed. The fiery red flower on the tip of the branch fell with the spring breeze, was blown into the window and landed on his pillow. He closed his eyes slightly and began to dream. It was a bright long street. On the left side of the street was a bustling crowd, and on the right side was a quiet lake. When I was young, I ran happily forward in my tattered cloth shoes, until I reached the small bridge where the willow leaves hung lightly. There was a man standing under the tree. The man had a slender figure with his back to him. His whole body was covered with a faint glazed luster, distant and noble yet familiar. He called the person's name in a low voice, and the person turned back and smiled evilly at him. This smile made his heart flutter, and he quickly threw himself into that person's arms and hugged that person's waist tightly. Feeling the warm embrace, he said softly. "Sorry for keeping you waiting." Intention: