Forgetful Days

When you blush for someone or something for the first time. Some ancient power between heaven and earth responds to you. You begin to hear the texture of every emotion in your heart. With three thousand weak water, you have found your own scoop. You are no longer just yourself, you start to hear the heartbeats of others. Emotions are the wild horses and you are the rider. Although occasionally I get thrown off. Your sadness turns into rain when it falls. When you smile, the spring breeze will come. When you are angry, thunder will fall. There is no one left in the world to ask, so you raise your head and start asking the sky. Legend has it that when a person's emotions are cultivated to the extreme, God will ask him a question himself. If you answer correctly, you can go to heaven and have a look. As for the cost - no one knows since no one has ever come back.