Yanni

I only dedicate this book to my friend, hoping that she can be brave, happy, free, carefree, and do what she wants to do without being troubled by many worries. Her heart, her eyes, and her soul can be as pure as ever, and her dreams, her desires, and her needs can be heard by the stars. I hope that in the next few years she can meet the people she wants to meet, see the scenery she wants to see, go to the places she wants to go, and eat the food she wants to eat. I hope she can lie on a warm sofa and spend every day lazily in a soft quilt. The blooming flowers in spring, the gentle evening breeze in summer, the clear stars and moon in autumn night, and the white snow in winter can all leave a trace of her happiness. I want to see a lot of things, a lot of everything about her. I hope she will no longer be confused, no longer sad, and no longer sad. I hope she can be safe, happy and healthy. In October, I went to the temple to pray for her peace. I wonder if the Buddha heard my voice. I saw the incense curling up. Maybe my wish would be drowned in many wishes. But that is already my most sincere wish in this life. In the eyes of others, it may seem plain and ordinary, or even ordinary and simple. But I really hope it can happen. My composition writing is not good, and I have been doing this since I was a child. Of course, my stories are not much better, but there are a lot of things I want to say, and very little that I can say. May my friends be safe, happy, healthy and happy!