Perhaps just because of a whim, I also wrote two books.
I have imagined in my mind that as soon as two people meet across mountains and seas, the golden wind and jade dew will create a love that is astonishing to the world.
I have thought about the counselors and orphans of successive dynasties, the proud men who left the campus and the talented women who studied in the ivory tower, but in the end they gave up and abandoned the trap because of their lack of talent and lack of knowledge.
Perhaps it is because the fantasy love is not solid enough, the writing is not high enough to save the tacky plot in the fantasy, and the life experience has not given it enough refinement, so the resulting things cannot move people's hearts.
When I wrote a new article again, I decided to truly face myself. The longing, concern, and even unbearableness of these years, I didn't want to face at the time, or it was something I didn't want to think about before, but now I can finally write it out frankly.
Five years of floods and rapids, five years of canoeing, the marks carved by time are finally no longer obvious. I raised my legs, crossed lightly, and patted me at that time, "I wrote you down, remember to read it!"
Intention: Driving away from the Peach Blossom Land