Xu Jingnian sometimes wonders, what should the poem he wrote to Li Muyun be called? After so long, I can only find a shadow of his name and surname between the lines, and I have forgotten the purpose of writing this poem. Now Xu Jingnian only feels that time is really a wonderful thing. It separates him and his world, just like a horizon that separates the clouds from the sea.
——I saw floating clouds kissing the sea
Traveler, can you hear me?
Thoughts blown by the sea breeze——
Concept: Youthful frivolity brings youthful spirit