My memories of summer include countless noisy cicadas and the sticky smell of sweat in the crowd.
After graduating from college, I traveled to many cities, trying to find the season that really suited me.
I love the tiredness of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the spirit of the solitary smoke in the desert. I imagine myself running wildly in the poor wilderness, gradually falling into a world of one person, until I lose myself.
Feeling the suffocation given to me by the plateau, followed by the reveries that really related to me in those years.
How I hope that in this chaotic world, someone can seriously understand me.
There is no need for too many gorgeous words, as long as it can fill my heart, even a few words are enough to comfort me.
But in this fast-food era where love is rampant, too many comings and goings have disrupted the understanding of feelings that should originally belong to them.
We look for ourselves in stories, but lose the ability to distinguish right from wrong for no reason.
And the things I can't understand are the lives that have nothing to do with me.
I was trapped in the so-called deserted paradise of first love, where the mountains and fields were green and there were dots of blue.
That is the sustenance of my soul.
About Lin Chaosi in my dream.
Intention: Hey, come and take a look.