Under the Ginkgo Tree, a Miracle Comes from Heaven

A person who falls into the mortal world, no matter whether he is as dazzling as a star and out of reach, or he is ordinary and low in the dust, he cannot escape the fireworks and love in the world. In this world, there are pots and pans, chicken feathers on the ground, love and hate, separation, sweetness and bitterness, and conspiracy and intrigue; but in this world, there is also sunshine and rain, forests and grasslands, mountains and rivers, poetry and painting, and more kindness and justice. Now that I have come to this world, I have experienced violent storms, warm and cold human relationships, love and adventure; now that I have set foot in the world of mortals, I have chased the sun and the moon, watched flowers bloom and fall, and are not afraid of sadness in spring and sadness in autumn. The sea of ​​people rises and falls, and fate comes quietly. The people you meet and the things you experience, good and bad, are all gifts from fate. If you can't make a mistake, can't escape, or can't let go, then face it head on. Who knows what kind of flowers and fruits this fate will produce? The big deal is that I have to bear it all in my life, whether long or short.