Only Flowers Bloom on the Other Side

This book is like a boat with leaves, while the tears of Hunan are shallow and deep, the color of bamboo is moistened, and the songs of sorrow and sorrow overlap with the orchids. Some stories are pieced together around me, including love, family, and friendship. Some touch the soul, some are miserable and starving, and some laugh it off. You cried, I put away my tears. You laughed and I pressed the shutter. If you see yourself, please let me give you a hug. I am not a praiser, nor a critic. I am just a presenter who looks around in the crowd and observes what is happening. You bought me a cup of coffee, and I gave you a piece of time. If you are lucky enough, you will remember it for the rest of your life. Only flowers bloom on the other side, here we board the ship.