The Pen in the Palm of the Hand, the Meaning Written in the Pen

Maybe you are in the South China Sea and I am in the North Pole. Your place is so lively, but my place is too cold to breathe. We are tens of thousands of miles away from each other, but we have no hope of returning. Maybe you are in Dali and I am in Guanxi. Where you are, there is wind, flowers, snow and moon, but where I am, there is yellow sand everywhere. The wind in Yumen suddenly rises, but there are no ripples. Maybe there is no maybe, maybe we will not meet. During such a period of time, we lost the deep love we believed in each other. In the rainy season when I was sixteen, there seemed to be no basis for falling in love, but this relationship left an unforgettable impression on me. This collection of poems records the thirty-two days and nights I spent with her, as well as the seventy-seven days after we broke up. A diary about love and growth, let us discuss this eternal topic together.