Walking by the stream looking at shadows, the sky is at the bottom of the clear stream. There are moving clouds in the sky, and people are in the moving clouds.
Who and I are singing loudly, and the voiceless sound rises in the empty valley. Neither ghost nor immortal, just a song of peach blossom water.
I felt more and more that I was deviating from my original writing intention, so I decided to revise it while I was on vacation.
I'm going to save some of the text and publish it later.
I have sorted out my thoughts and re-posted the article. If you are interested, you can take a look.
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