Ding Nan was immersed in fantasy and didn't want to wake up, looking back on everything that had happened, there was family affection, friendship, and love, these figures slowly faded away, slowly blurred, the illusion was about to disappear, and the test was about to end. At the last moment, the girl who had been hidden in Ding Nan's heart slowly appeared, Ding Nan looked at this haunting figure, smiled slightly, waved his hand gently, and said silently, "Zhejiang girl, goodbye! In this fantasy world, bravely write a love letter to you! From now on, the end of the world is boundless, the two places are separated, I wish you happiness, I hope you are healthy!"

Immediately, in the fantasy, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone appeared out of thin air, and Ding Nan raised the pen to write the following, and then burned it:

Life always has to face a lot of gatherings and separations, and fate sometimes comes and goes. Many years later, when I recall that period of the past, whether I give up or not, forget or forget, I can only smile and smile for a while. It's like remembering a dream, just like remembering that meeting. I unconsciously flipped through all those people and things, and savored the feelings in my memory. But despite how many feelings are overflowing, how many emotions collide, people and things that have changed time and place, just the past, just the past, many things in the past are best like smoke, and it is best to make the past like smoke!

The past is often the easiest to evoke a person's emotional changes, and the stories all happen in my memories, and they will make the story twists and turns in the aftertaste, making the ending of the story more happy. There is always a happy beginning to a happy story, and it begins to be happy at that first sight.

The sun was shining brightly, the breeze was on the Buddha's face, and you were wearing a light blue dress, and without warning, you suddenly crashed into my sight. Your black hair is fluttering, your steps are light, the clarity in your eyes touches my heart, and then everything that follows is blurred, and the world is left with only your back swaying in the landscape, frozen in my heart. It's just such an ordinary rubbing shoulders, and an occasional encounter, but it has spawned a wave of longing, and I began to miss you and longed for goodbye.

After you left, I couldn't help but wander around the place you walked through, involuntarily reminiscing, reminiscing about that moment, recalling you at that moment, and recalling that dreamlike smile. The time of waiting is always beautiful sometimes, let alone waiting for a beautiful you. I wandered along this stretch of road, imagining what you looked like, imagining your scenery, imagining that you were smiling at me there. I imagined everything as if it had been real, but I knew that nothing had happened. Illusion and reality are constantly overlapping, intertwining, and mixing in my head, they are entangled, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. A large number of impressions of truth and falsehood, fiction and reality are attached to my eyes like a spell, mixed with blood, melted into life, and created a beautiful dream kingdom. You are the Lord of the kingdom, guiding my fate, determining my ups and downs, and influencing my unquenchable infatuation for the rest of my life.

I stepped on the fallen leaves to chase, searched and searched, leaving you in fantasy, in anticipation, in that time and again look. In the view, the clouds are you, the leaves are you, the clouds and leaves are fluttering and the shadows are blurry; in the view, the wind is light, the light is soft, the scenery is blended and the scenery is thick; in the view, the fallen leaves beside you never stop floating, floating into your eyes, sprinkled on you, floating into my dreams, scattered into the tips of your hair in my dreams. The falling leaves are just floating, swaying, spinning, like a butterfly sprinkled on your shoulder, falling to my heart, falling a large piece of heart, hiding a long memory, never forgetting, looking at your echo.

Jun still doesn't know, how much he looks forward to looking back in his dreams, looking back and recalling each other. Junxin is even more ignorant, looking forward to lovesickness, the most bittersweet and sorrowful life. The thoughts spread, the chops are constant, the infatuation is delusional, and it doesn't make sense. I had to pick him up and hide him, just like picking up my own fallen heart, my heart is an aftertaste, an illusion, and a slim you.

The wind blows, the leaves fall, fall in the red dust time, and fall in the haze of smoke and rain. Perhaps in another space and time, we are also rubbing shoulders, and we have also been strangers, and we are also the same. But I really hope that the story there has a different plot, I hope it is like imagination, like a dream, like a carefully edited march, harmonious but ups and downs, gentle and secretly passionate. I'm fantasizing about the story over there, just as I'm fantasizing about the future, planning my destiny.

The days went by day by day, and every morning after I met you, I began to habitually walk on the morning dewdrops. And carefully pick every kind of petals on the original way, not for funeral flowers, but just gently clip them into specimens. These flowers that bloom in the wrong season are the same as those that bloom in the wrong season, and I am willing to treasure them quietly. Maybe one day in the future, you will inadvertently open it and touch on these shallow things. I hope that you at that time can read it, pick up the pieces scattered all over the place to get your heart, and understand the deep affection. Just like the leaf you picked up that day, it was so natural, so gentle, and gave it a happy ending for a lifetime.

In my world, you are just a hazy, a hazy that I sink deep into. Your hazy figure is painted in the wind and fixed in the scene. Frozen in my eyes as I looked up. It's so far away and yet it feels like it's within reach, and in the rest of my life's imagination, I thought your figure could be within reach. At a glance, this life is unforgettable, and thinking together is difficult to let go of for a lifetime. I can't let go of it anymore, and when I see the beauty you present, I'm already addicted to it. I am indulged in the imagination about you, only the beginning and the end, I am indulged in the dream with you, I can't help myself, I can't extricate myself. In the dream, the flowers are also ecstatic, the leaves are also ecstatic, and the mutual care is also ecstasy;

This night the moon is blurred, the sound of things is quiet, the heart is dripping, dripping with the indescribable heart, I put my heart in the moonlight, although the moon is not full, but the heart of missing is already round. It's so round that you can't be yourself, it's only you everywhere, and it's so round that you can't see the real you. I'm quiet, I'm silently in a daze, stupid fantasies, unsuspecting, letting you keep occupying my thoughts, enveloping me, melting me. From the beginning to the end, from the beginning to the end, I stared, stared, stared, and your appearance quietly flowed in my eyebrows and heart, slowly converging. Let the world become only you, only miss you.

The night was already deep, the wind was light, and the surroundings were quiet, and I was listening to the wisps of warmth that were about to come to an end. The dark incense around you floats, and your figure is slim, as if the dark fragrance in the wind floats and does not stop, pouring out a graceful posture and smiling. You have become that curtain of dreams, like dreams and dreams, like fascination, it is precisely the thousands of years of hard pursuit of light, all of a sudden all shining on you, lit up, not only the hope in your heart, but also the unspeakable love and dreams.