Everything in the world comes and goes when you are dying, have you ever thought of anything? Whether we return to dust or clouds, or perhaps rain and dew. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maybe one day we will meet in that mountain forest, a few green leaves and a few grasses, and our language is growth in the sun. Sprinkle our youth and blood.

We poke out this and see where we laugh, and now it's our shelter. Are those gorgeous flowers the beautiful outfit we wore when we were young?

I follow the traces of dispersion and return, slowly turning myself into shape, no matter what I am born, I absorb the aura of heaven and earth, slowly condense, maybe I become a piece of jade or agate, it is always one thing, I am always in contact with human skin, my mind supports me, maybe I am in the mixer, just a piece of concrete, I am taken to the building by people, maybe it becomes a beautiful sculpture, I have to go through all kinds of tribulations to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, I have been baptized by the years, I have changed, Until I reunite my dissipated body and become a new version of myself.

One day, I came to earth and announced that I had returned to the world, but at this time, none of us knew anyone, and we lost our memories.

In the confusion, we followed the memory again until we found another self......

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My work "Junyao Anthology" was renamed "Dream Hunting"

Original name: Li Zhijun

Editor in charge: Zhao Chengwei

It has been officially published and publicly released, please support the genuine version.

- Beijing: China Theatre Publishing House, 2009.5 (Zizhuxuan)

ISBN: ISBN978-7-104-02978-6