Wandering Island Poet

In a small southern town, a wandering poet came. He claimed to be from Wandering Island and always held a golden harp in his arms. His face was melancholy, and before the sun had risen, he appeared on the rocks like a ghost. After singing a ballad, he walked barefoot step by step along the muddy cliff path, walked through the moss-covered south wall, walked through the noisy and dirty street market, and returned to the rocks in the evening. After singing a ballad, he disappeared into the turbulent waves. Everyone said, what a strange person this is. No one knows why he came here, let alone when he left... Fate has woven everyone together in some mysterious way. There is me among you, and you among me. This is a story about him. That's all. —————— Author Weibo: Whale Hat Intention: The person telling the story finally becomes part of the story.