Jing Chuchen

The square mirror fell to the ground, and the fragments scattered in all directions. The stories that had been reflected in it also turned into thousands of pieces, as if they had never appeared. In the lost luster, the last piece of consciousness also stayed on one of the small fragments. The sun hanging in the sky reflected in the lake, its shining light was even more dazzling, but it still made me yearn for it, and the longing turned me towards it again - reflecting the changes of spring and autumn around the owner, reflecting the defeat of the years of decay, and also reflecting the sad harvest when the last crack passed and fell to the ground.