Gently I came, gently I left again, I wandered so much, like duckweed, dreamed.

The green grass quietly disappears with the breeze, not that the wind is ruthless, but that the heart is drifting. A gust of wind, a blink of an eye, and the previous you are gone.

Still drifting, setting sail with the wind, dawn, dark, scorching sun, wind, accompanied me, but the ending is doomed, a dream.

Green leaves, flowing years. Yerba grass, even the sky. My heart returned, leaving behind a dream: the ends of the world, unforgettable rivers and lakes.

PS: A trip to Taihe Hongshan.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Waiting for the Time Collection] 20: It's like a dream, it's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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