Once Upon a Time There Was a Cloud in the Sky

Hibiscus, sycamore, green pine; Ignorance, hesitation, growth. White clouds and dogs, time throws the seeds of youth into the mountains and fields in the rush of rainy season; Things change and stars move, and time takes advantage of the sound of breaking the cocoon to extend the immortal journey into the distance. Six thousand rounds of sun and moon, eighteen seasons of spring and autumn. There used to be horses on the ancient road, and the shadows of the past rested on the moonlight; There was a time when people were wielding swords in dangerous mountains and wearing stars and flowers to make silk ribbons. It's all gone, the bad things in the past are all mirrored; Looking at today, at the beginning of this time, I hope that I will ride lightly. Just thinking, the years are quiet and peaceful, and the time is peaceful; I only hope that everything will be calm and peaceful as we advance forward with thousands of sails. I would like to dedicate this book to a memory that will never fade away.