The migratory bird flies through the fog towards its own spring and bright scenery.
In the gap in my heart, on the other side of the mirror, can I see your shadow?
What is the gift of life, is it you? I think that is probably the case.
Fate is a very magical hub.
I found a deserted lakeside and felt like an expert living in seclusion.
There, I felt a tranquility that was unique to me.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter.
I danced by the lake, trying to create a fifth season with every spiritual thing here.
What is the fifth season?
It's the biting wind that's hidden deep in my heart and has come late.
It is the everlasting warm Yang hidden in my heart.
"Be as light as the dust, and be at peace with the times."
"My fifth season is called Yu Tongchen."
"I think, Shu Juan, you are my eighth day."
They exchange lives and share their ruin.
They are marching on their own chapter, heading towards the eternal swan song.
The fifth season is a cage and a new life.
Shu Juanshou, a peaceful joke-loving writer, cheerful and lively, with a sensitive heart Yu Tongchengong
(Am I multiplying backwards?)
This is my first time writing a novel, so my writing style may be a bit childish (hey, it's very childish), and I'm sorry to give you a bad impression.
Concept: Everyone has their own shining point