The pink and white years, the old cardamom dream
A glance back, worth reliving
Once upon a time, there was a little girl in her cardamom years. She always liked to have strange dreams. The characters in the dreams were different, and the stories were different. There were joys and sorrows, and joys and sorrows. So one day, she wrote down the stories in her dreams on a whim. But later, when the girl grew up, she was gradually too busy to record the stories. Later, when the girl grew up, during a move, she found the yellowed notebook in the corner, and reopened the dream that belonged to the cardamom branch...
I can't wait for the azure misty rain, the spiritual pen that broke after all, when will we be happy when we meet, that mysterious and legendary forget-me-not grass... All kinds of cause and effect, the origin of dreams.
Purpose: Love and Peace
