[Collection of some of my own short stories]
I have thought of that place again and again
continuous,
winding,
I have seen it countless times in my dreams.
What is invisible behind the fog,
Layers upon layers.
The young man stood there, I saw him, but I didn't see him.
It is the erosion of time, the failure of the spring breeze, and the departure of Yangguan from the west.
It is bright, refreshing, hot and touching.
It is the fragrance of rice for thousands of miles, it is countless stars, it is a maple pond.
So far I have seen green mountains and snow in the distance.
Purpose: I hope everyone can find the romance in their lives