Essays, daily life, slow-burning.
There is nothing I can't let go of. I yearn for freedom and rush to the mountains and seas. I can only wish for anything I want.
Regardless of the date of return, I just hope that the future will be bright, the road will be long, and I will have peace in my life and no worries in my life.
The beauty of loneliness is ultimately not defined by the world.
Writers with dry pens in the countryside recount trivial matters.
Purpose: the ordinary road
