The splendor of sudden whims, the rush of strong colors. The work is as random as the maze leading to the castle, and there is no way to trace it like the lingering sound of the bell on the top of the pavilion. Non-continuous. There is a plate full of broken jade and beads, just pick the one you like. Maybe someone left behind a long and unclear memory, which messed up the logic. The pure snow lotus blooming on the top of the mountain, the mellow shore of the deep valley hell, or the petite wild flowers dotted on the fragrant grass. ——As expected, it's just random thoughts that are unreasonable and chaotic.
Purpose: Record inspiration and reverie