Xiaoci. Ye Meng.
(Fools and madmen should be be, in a sense he)
What exactly is it? What on earth is it?
We have no way of knowing,
bound by us
bound us
from the bottom of the pond
The life that bursts out of the mud
Can we catch it again?
We can't seem to catch the wind
It keeps me coming back next spring
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——The author updates very slowly, trying to update once a week. This article is a practice for writing. Everyone is welcome to give suggestions to the author.
Concept: There are some things that you can't catch even if you run hard