A collection of short stories and essays (written in a mess)
On the other side of the sea, is it still the sea?
You love the moon, does the moon know?
At a certain moment in life, a fire will be lit in the heart and all obsessions will be burned away. From now on, no matter how strong the wind is, it will not be able to blow away the thoughts...
[Nothing else, I just want to plant a handful of grass in Jinjiang...]
Concept: Those things floating like flowers are all memories...
