The world is round and round, and in some circles, people are recklessly partying all night long. There are also circles where the silence is as calm as water, and there are no ripples in the silence day after day. Someone swayed Fang Xuan in his circle, overlooking the sorrows and joys of all beings from the tall buildings that went straight into the clouds. Some people curl up, groping and touching carefully, just trying to find a place for themselves. Countless circles nest and contain each other, and finally form a large circle that covers all living beings. Like a self-exiled prodigal son, he wandered on the edge of the great circle, refusing to be wrapped as much as he could, wanting to get out but not getting out. She is like a lonely child in an aquarium, envious of the dolphins swaying in the water, but she can only put her hand on the glass window, clinging to the big circle, wanting to enter but unable to enter. But you should believe that as long as the two of them stick to the edge of the circle and keep walking, no matter how big the world is, they will meet one day. I hope that every Zhu Yunshen can wait for a Hu Jun to arrive and take you home through the sea of people.