Shui Murong's Prose Novel Collection

Year after year, year after year, time has not changed, yesterday is no longer there. A flower is a dream, a leaf is reincarnated, it is also an illusion and a dream. The sunset is full of afterglow, and the falling shadows form two people. Love what you love, and love what you choose. When I was a child, I looked forward to growing up. When I grow up, I realize that growth requires paying a price. I understand that birth, old age, illness, and death are natural laws, and birth, separation, and death are the normal state of life. Growth is a practice. Clouds and mist surround the mountains, and the spring water flows playfully. I don't want to be a guest in the mortal world, I just want to be invisible in the painting. It narrates short stories and expounds the outlook on life.