The summer wind is blowing, the leaves are rustling, the leaves are rustling, and the tears are falling.
Summer flowers are brilliant, but they are the most unable to attract people.
——The rain hits the pear blossoms behind closed doors
But at that time, people were scattered in the vast distance, looking up to the sky and standing still, not knowing what night it was.
The sound of rain is left in the air.
Slow-paced literary creation, based on love, short in length
Intention: Love and warmth, philosophy and redemption
