Library

In the mottled youth, there was a young and beautiful me and you, but I don't know why I came and why you left, and I don't know why I left and why you came later. It started at the beginning of youth and left silently when youth ended. There is no reason, no reason, just like this, without making any excuses. We are separated in the crowd, like a pearl falling into the ocean, unable to be picked up. If we miss it, can we come back again? This book is very simple. It seems to be narrating a simple but small incident that has its origin and end. It is not spectacular, nor is it shocking. I would like to dedicate this book to you and me who have loved someone deeply, regardless of the ending or right or wrong. Always keep the most beautiful form of love in your heart and always believe in love.

The blue sky is the most beautiful background color for clouds. There is always no regularity of seasonal colors in my poems. I modify the prologue of spring in my words.

The autumn colors are gradually getting cooler. I thought the winter in Kunming would be very cold, but because I meet you again in winter, the winter has also become warmer, as warm as a beautiful spring. You are as silly and cute as the West Siberian red-billed gull lying on the water of Dianchi Lake in winter, but you always pretend to be smart in front of me. Thank you for coming back to me and being my one and only superhero.