Often sitting opposite the breeze,
Use the rhymes of Song poetry to express your thoughts,
Occasionally, I write my thoughts into letters,
Entrusted to the clouds passing by the window lattice.
Prefer old books with more creases than brand-new title pages,
Use a pen to copy down
All the sentences that make the soul tremble gently——
For example, "The night rain dyes the sky and water blue",
For example, "The whole body is covered with flowers and shadows, and beautiful people are supporting it."
If you ask me about my story,
Approximately like a thread-bound book:
Half covered by tea smoke,
Half of the ink marks are still wet.
Concept: Memories of youth