Summer passes and winter solstice comes, without any intention, and the new year returns to mediocrity. I have no one to accompany me, and the waxy moon hates the cold, so I have no choice but to write. I want to use pale paper and pen to write down two sentences and three lines of tears. Therefore, I invite you to sink together, wandering in the blue waters of the underworld.
There are four or five characters in general and six or seven chapters in Yingying. I wrote back in midsummer of that year, praying for longevity. Not that cold light silver moth, cutting across time and space, and the long night of painful dreams, I can no longer see it now.
Ruofu's emerald and golden branches will be worn out. Even if I just write ink, I will only elaborate on a few words:
——"Seeing the words is like seeing the face."
Intention: Feelings change with circumstances, and words arise according to feelings.