Only the Other Shore Blooms

This book is a small boat: on one side, the Xiang River's tears deepen and fade, tinting the bamboo green; on the other, the songs of Chu overlap, lamenting among the orchids. Around me, I piece together a collection of stories about love, family, and friendship. Some touch the soul, some are tragically heartbreaking, and some pass by with a laugh. If you cry while reading, I will wipe away my tears. If you laugh while reading, I will press the shutter. If you see yourself here, please let me give you a hug. I am not a person who sings praises, much less one who passes judgment. I am merely a narrator who looks around and observes people's expressions and moods amid the crowd. You buy me a cup of coffee, and I give you a stretch of youth. If we are fortunate enough to meet across three lifetimes, I will remember it for the rest of my life. Only when the flowers on the other shore bloom do we board the boat here.