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A rather rough and heart-wrenching story, but actually tender. Written to the few people passing by.

On the way to explore my heart, I wrote some sad and short love stories.

A sinister Scorpio man. Three stubborn women are related or not. A marriage. And it will last ten years without confusion. Or no solution.

No matter whether the sun is shining brightly or it is raining and snowing, everything here always goes as scheduled. You can bring bread, eggplant, fruit wine and a small amount of tobacco; There are also magnifying glasses, telescopes, gastroscopes, colored glasses, combs, nail clippers, mascara... You can bring them all. Come on, come on, Grasp the ugly tail of inspiration, Use words to shatter the pressures of life! The tide rises and the stars set, the sea is never far away! Work hard, Live your best life, Awaken every morning glow... (We warmly welcome the grassroots poet who has been wandering all his life, the childlike aunt who can't make jam, the workplace scum who was scolded by his boss, and the good-looking coder who is good at illustrations... Come and come and come if you complain for nothing - but if you wear a wig, you can take it off. Mediterranean people here have the freedom to be cool!)

Some scattered chapters. About nostalgia and family affection. About the memory of love. Warm words.

Like you. Still like you very much. Although your existence still seems to be just a metaphor or illusion.