This shore is full of chaos, and laughter is like a flower. What used to be like a vast ocean is now a mulberry field.

Haha, I took it from someone else’s blog. I hope I won’t blame you. This article is really beautiful. It quoted this poem, which is very artistic.

My thoughts are growing wantonly with the rain outside the window.

Hold the lamp to the wind, and my helpless thoughts spread in the cold rainy night, like the green moss on the empty steps and the luxuriant grass on the secluded path, and I feel a little more lonely and melancholy in my heart.

I often fall in love with those beautiful mistakes without regrets, the blue scenes of love between life and death, and the poignant stories of past and present lives. The tears that accidentally fell down the cheeks hurt someone's heart?

Butterflies dance gracefully in the vicissitudes of life. Is there a light boat that can carry the lovesickness of butterfly wings? On the other side, there are flowers, waiting to become a red bean. Dance the water sleeves into waves, dance alone...

This shore is full of flowers, and the laughter is like flowers. What used to be like a vast ocean is now a mulberry field. Time lengthens the sadness of memory. In the paradise across the shore, gentle singing, a person's sorrow.