Facial paralysis, aloof novelist & delicate and gentle ophthalmologist
When Zhen Qingfeng was cleaning up his office, he dropped a dusty and burnt diary with a hint of age.
A small note fell out of it.
"The bright moon is half a stream, and the breeze is a pillow."
Below is a sentence.
Will you pillow on the breeze like this poem, with the breeze, the bright moon, and the stream as your companions?
The most important thing is, do you want Ximing like me?
Purpose: To meet your true love
