When I was young, I didn't know the moon. I thought it was a white jade plate, and I doubted that the Yao mirror was hanging in the blue clouds.
The two moon-like people ended up going their separate ways, neither seeing nor knowing each other.
A lucky environment only feels precious after you leave it.
What kind of understanding do the lucky people in a lucky era have about themselves and the environment?
It is most likely a group portrait story, because the ideas are different every day, so the plot is rich and colorful.
Again, apart from the allusions and words quoted, the novel is basically pure fiction. It's just a lie and a lie.
Intention: Use precious eyes to see valuable existence