I'm Mengli.

That year, I had a long dream about their stories, and my fate was to rewrite them.

Whether it is Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, or the butterfly Zhuang Zhou, I don't know, but I want to do my best, even my life, to change everything.

The dream will wake up one day, but at least, the end of the dream is a good ending......

That year I went long. White Mountain.

Long. There is no bronze on the White Mountain. Doors, no iron triangle, no sad memories, just people who remember them.

That year, I went to ink. Take off.

There is no such person, there is no bitterness of the story, there is only my sigh.

That year, I followed in their footsteps, following the path they had walked, but I could not find any trace of them.

They taught me a lot that year.

A young man, from naïve and ignorant, writes about maturity and stability, which seems to tell us that growing up is a matter of time.

A fat man, from being bold and free, wrote about the fetters of the red dust, which seems to be telling us that love is a matter of time.

A mute, from the past nothingness, to the place. Changbai seems to be telling us that confusion is a matter of time.

A rich man, who is indisputable from men and women, writes about heroic posture, which seems to tell us that acceptance is a matter of time.

A blind man, looking at life from a smile, wrote about where the soul returns, as if to tell us that death is a matter of time.

They seemed to tell us a lot and didn't seem to tell us anything, and in the end they left only one promise that would keep us waiting for ten years.

One day, when I get old, I will still remember them because they taught me so much.

[PS: School starts tomorrow, updates are irregular, don't look forward to it, it may disappoint you

——February 20, 2019]

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