Solitary Smoke

Waiting for a misty rain, traveling in the rivers and lakes. She was in a sweet mood and was just waiting for her time to pass, but unexpectedly, fate pushed her into a completely different chess game. The cardamom girl, the handsome man, the misplaced time and space, the old and the new, are here. I also dreamed of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, listening to the rain and hitting the plantains in the long night, and seeing the warm sun in the morning light. I saw the sky, the ground, the vegetation, the ants, the world was chaotic, the universe was thousands of miles away, and I wrote with my heart to embroider the mountains and rivers.