Great dreams are no more than the time between morning and dusk, dawn and moon, and wanderings are no more than the sea of clouds, mountains and forests.
The writing is limited, and there is too much life, old age, illness and death to play out on stage.
These are just a bunch of strange things, and they are just anecdotes in total. They are not as good as talking to friends in a small red clay stove, with boiling water and white waves, and with a folding fan turned on.
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A story about an adventure (?) Between a slightly off-kilter Tao and a pseudo-facial paralyzed Shou. Based on the principle of lightness, of course it will be a bit heavy. The update time is not fixed, but we try to update it twice a week. Still hope you all can support me? ?)?*??
Purpose: Feel the worldliness of people.