Give You Some Incense

Fashion version introduction: This is an illusory country, but it is not far away. The moment your fingertips touch the words, you have already walked into their joys and sorrows, and the entanglement of life and death. In the lonely time, the long life, and the boundless loneliness, you are allowed to be unbridled. The distance between life and death is so far and yet so close. Love is often laughed at by time. Even if the flowers fall and the people are gone, some deep-rooted feelings will never be erased. Through the ages, its spine has never been bent a bit. Living in the dark years will never be a reason for you to give up. The only thing that can really stop you from moving forward is yourself. There is no point, no fear, going round and round, at which fork in the road have you lost your courage? Being ordinary is a blessing. If you want more, being ordinary will be labeled as boring. In the wind and moon, the indifference at the injured place and the cold heights can be regarded as a kind of coldness and a kind of numbness. In that moment of mercy, will you hear the sound of flowers blooming? Shh! What I can give you is a piece of incense, nothing more. Introduction to the literary version: The difficulty of survival, the joy and sorrow of life and death. The ups and downs of the world, what kind of heat was flowing in the blood of the past, those who were clamoring, exciting, restless, high-spirited, and rebellious, have their original appearance been blurred by the years. This is a whirling world, incomplete and catastrophic, always with a slight coolness in the eyes of the world. Today's heaven, tomorrow's Abi Hell, the former world, and the future will be a handful of loess. Use sadness to contrast joy, the vanishing, empty sadness, and the everlasting, real joy. It is an invisible warmth that spreads from the bottom of my heart and blooms into a fragrant flower, full of fragrance. Introduction to the ancient version: When I hear that you are not satisfied, I sigh about life and death. The world is so dull, I give you some fragrance.