Deep in the mountains, flowers are blooming all over the mountain, bells are ringing, and pretty girls are smiling. Paper scraps all over the sky merged into incomplete pen and ink. The young man in white had a haggard face, and his sleeves brushed against the broken flowers everywhere. The source of the laughter was nowhere to be seen. After a while, he discovered that it was a bell held by a red string on his wrist. The core of the bell was transparent blue and became transparent under the light. He kept stroking the bell and muttered to himself: "You are having a good time there. You are not here. During these days, I have taken care of this mountain every day. The flowers are blooming today, and they are much more beautiful than usual. You will come back, right?" Qing Ling squatted in front of him, waved her hands in front of his eyes, and looked into the distance through Qing Ling. Qing Ling curled her lips. He couldn't see me, just like I couldn't touch him. Suddenly he stood up, stroked his sleeves, turned around, and walked farther and farther away from Qing Ling. Qing Ling just watched, and she felt that this man was too obsessed, just like the clouds in the sky and the flowers in the soil that Si Nu's mother-in-law said will eventually dissipate and wither, but some people always have to go. I wrote poems, painted, picked and stayed, but no matter how I kept them, they were not the same clouds or flowers after all, so I left my obsession. After encountering the best, I would eventually want to find something as good as those, but no matter how much I looked for it, it was never as good as before.
Purpose: Boredom late at night