Lunar Disability

Let me explain in advance that this work is purely the work of the author who went crazy and pursued madness. It draws on certain grammatical systems and the author's plot. Please abandon your rationality when reading it. Anyway, the author is about to write a demon (dog head to save his life) All things are destined, but fate may not meet. Everything we meet in this life is not by chance - someone falls in your boyhood and walks with you for a morning and evening; someone comes after a long time, and when they come, you are no longer the same person you were back then. And those who have not yet arrived are all on the road, each experiencing their own calamity, their own ordinary, and their own long wait. There is no rush. The Tao follows nature, its fortunes have no direction, and the flowing water does not compete to be the first, but the competition is to flow incessantly. In our life, we will meet many people, some have become anchors in our memories, and some have become the wind that passes us by - but those we have met and those we have not yet met are all in the same web of cause and effect, each silent and growing separately. So there is no need to rush to meet each other. When you get to that point, what should come will naturally come. Not at some earth-shattering node, but on a very ordinary afternoon - maybe a cup of cold tea, maybe an untimely spring breeze - you raised your head, saw the person standing opposite, and suddenly understood: It turns out that you are also on this road, and it turns out that you have been walking for so long. There are still a lot of opportunities in the future, and stories that are different from the past. It's not a vigorous legend, but like a leaf turning over its back, like a paper frog taking a crooked step—slowly, sideways, but still moving forward. You and I will be there.