Library

Walking through the ancient times, reading ancient poems, just to find the fragments of love that were lost by you and me in the endless time.

Hu Family Garden, Mingyang Ancient Street, Bailu Island, and beyond the Three Mountains, come with me to explore those old streets and alleys that are older than time.

Try to accept imperfections, because those imperfections, those imperfections, will eventually be boiled into a bowl of soft, glutinous and sweet porridge, reaching from the stomach to the heart, bringing you back to the ordinary but down-to-earth world of fireworks from the dream of Spring and Autumn.

If poetry is a pair of wings, it can take me across the mountains of time to meet you.

Enemies and children who accidentally collided with each other to create the light of sea water and fire. You are cola and I am sweet ginger. The two seemingly completely incompatible foods boiled into a cup of medicinal soup to dispel the cold winter.