Notes on Fancao

In the vast universe, I am a tiny speck of dust. Given an opportunity, he transformed from grass into a human being and fell into the world of mortals. Everything in the world arises from thoughts. Dependent origination and cessation, from birth to death. After one life, I suddenly realized that men and women in this world cannot escape the word "love". As a human again, I cannot grasp the passing love and affection. Who I am? It's just Mo Qing.