Only the Other Shore Blooms

This book is a small boat, drifting between the shallow and deep tears of Xiang, which tint the bamboo, and the overlapping songs of Chu, lamenting among the orchids.

It gathers stories from the people around us: love, family, and friendship. Some move the soul, some are so tragic they gnaw at the heart, and some simply make you smile and move on.

If you cry, I'll quietly wipe away my tears.

If you laugh, I'll press the shutter.

If you see yourself in these pages, let me give you a hug.

I'm not here to sing anyone's praises, nor to criticize. I'm simply an observer, looking around and reading the room amid the crowd. You bought me a cup of coffee, and I'll give you a part of my life. If we're lucky enough to meet again in another life, I'll remember you forever.

Only when the other shore flowers bloom will we board the boat here.