In just a few months, I have experienced a lot and it is hard to calm down. I just feel that the past is like a gauze covering my eyes, like looking at flowers in the mist and looking at the moon in the water, but I can't see it clearly. Although I could see the sun and moon through the clouds and mist, the soul of this article was lost, and it took several attempts to write, but it never became a book.
After struggling for a long time, I finally picked up the pen and wrote this paragraph, as a memorial to the death of this article, and to say goodbye to the people in the Red Mansion who lived their lives in a certain outline of the article.
I would also like to apologize to those who were looking forward to the follow-up.
Today I am re-reading Red Mansions with all its complexity, and I really can't write about Red Mansions again in the short term. Unless I don't want to, my pen is trembling and weak.
Intention: The good wind will send me to the blue clouds with its power