With a wave, the moment he stopped writing, Ding Nan's heart was empty, two tears crossed the corners of his eyes, and the obsession buried deep in his heart was aroused, but because of this, his soul got a kind of baptism and sublimation, and this warm and fragile feeling in the heart was confronted and presented under the sun.

Ding Nan felt that there was a faint feeling of joy sprouting in his heart, and under the influence of this emotion, the barrier that hindered cultivation was constantly disappearing.

In this case, Ding Nan understood that he had to completely break it, vent this feeling, and unload the negative emotions that had accumulated unconsciously because of this feeling.

Ding Nan stared at this haunting figure and continued to write:

I think of you like this, and I hope you think of me because it is. Tonight, I dreamed of you again, in the mist, in the rain, in the evening, in the twilight. You just smiled at me, you didn't speak, I didn't speak. I just glanced at you secretly, it was a fresh shadow, it was a vague smile, it was a you I hid deeply, secretly promised. I don't think about myself, I just think about you religiously, I pin my thoughts on this virtual you, imprison myself in this dream, so stupid, I can't go to the longing for you.

I've been imprisoned, imprisoned in a small world. There's no wind, no rain, no you, just a broken me. A part of me is gone, lost, in this confused night sky. What should I do, how should I return, how to seek, how to chase. I hope it can turn into the wind in front of your window, pass through the house, move the tips of your hair, and touch your shallow thoughts.

I have no sleep every night, the moon is full of thoughts, I want to call your name affectionately, and I am afraid to wake up my drunken self. I'm intoxicated by this dream with you, and I'm fascinated. I look at you, secretly looking at you from a distant corner, so beautiful, so thin, so elegant, so solemn, so sacred, so pure. Piece by piece, bit by bit, your shadow is imprinted in my heart like that. Your shadow melts into my heart, transforms into oxygen, into bird song, and evolves into the light breath of blood.

I admit that I have been involved in too many and too long loves, I know that I have been involved in too deep and too long, and the time has passed, slowly flowing away. There is not a single sound, not a trace left, only I stand in the sky praying, extremely hot yearning for you. I hope that I and myself are in the same heart, so that I can find the taste of the road and walk towards the other self that you have taken away.

Gently I walked, passed, and wandered, and quietly I followed, pursued, and chased. In the corners you can't see, in the places you don't know, I take all my thoughts away, hidden in the endless starry sky, I treasure you all, carefully hold it in my heart. In the end, I forgot all the time, forgot the melancholy, forgot the sorrow, forgot to care, to entangle, to imitate. In the end, I remember all your words, every smile, every move, every shyness and gentleness.

If it is an acquaintance, there are endless possibilities ahead of the acquaintance, but I went straight to the road of no return, to the abyss of longing, to the hardship. There was no other way, no choice, and I slowly fell little by little, to the cave that you can't see or touch. This is the cave of thought, this is the mansion of thought, this is the endless exile, this is the imprisonment of the distant future, I have imprisoned myself. I look at you in my eyes, I hide you in my heart, I have known each other since the beginning, I look forward to knowing each other, looking forward to knowing you more in this small cave world. The face is not hurt, the years are unharmed, and I have a sweet dream of acquaintance with you. When people dream, it is like a warm spring scene, and when they wake up from a dream, the clouds are light and the wind is light and the shadow is stupid.

The red apricot is deep, you have not come, the shadow of the small building is faint, only the rain is cloudy. I leaned on the balcony and picked up my impressions of you. It was a scene of fragments, a blurred shadow in the snow. I put it together, picked him up, and picked up the one you I cherished so much. The curtain is cold, the candlelight is shadowed, and the misty light and shadow will make you dream of the scene in your dreams.

In the dream, I peeked, I watched, I looked away, watching your shadow go away again and again, blurred again and again. I was left standing there alone, the cold wind blowing, the cold rain drenching, and the dark tears falling. I wish you could stay for a while, so that I could look at it one more time, look at it for one more second, so that I could read it quietly, and look forward to it, so that I could remember it carefully, and you walked with ease, and dotted your clothes. How remorseful I am, even in my dreams, I still don't have the courage to catch up with you. I was happy in my dreams, I woke up poignantly, and I was sad in my dreams. It's an invisible complaint, lamenting that there is no you, complaining that I can't fight for it, that I can't see you again in my world.

Time flowed, and in the blink of an eye, many years passed. The fate is ill-fated, and I toss back and forth so many times, and a lot of things are let down like this. I stand in the south of this colorful cloud, thinking of you thousands of miles away, and I yearn for it in my heart. Longing for a different life, yearning for the longing in the bottom of my heart, where you are still there, where the dream is still there, where the love is deep. I imagined that these years were not wasted, regretted, or lonely. Thinking about turning around the next moment, there is one of you waving to me, smiling at me.

So I would often stand at a certain intersection in a daze, there were no passers-by on the road, no returnees along the way, and only one person was left standing there. From one end to the other, from one end to the other. Only the shadows are mottled, the thoughts are overflowing, and only a cloud remains, which was the last background you left before you left. I can't help but read it fiercely, thinking, and illusion, until I hold back my tears and melancholy, I wake up to the fact that this regret is only because I can't see you anymore.

Who said that you have to see each other, but I can't see it, and my heart is so bitter. It's as if a spell has been cast, making people involuntarily, can't help themselves, just want to run to you, run to you without hesitation. Maybe you don't know, you don't know, it's good, at least my sincerity is still mine, in case you know, there is a response, then I can no longer keep him, he will only respond to you with a thousand points, give yourself to you, give you all without reservation, and will never belong to me again.

When I stand at that intersection, how I wish you would suddenly appear, and I will pretend to pass by you inadvertently, and then turn around, and once again silently look at your back, just like many years ago, just like that year, when I first saw you on the side of the road. At that time, there were a lot of flowers on the road, and there were many of you in the flowers, and you were as beautiful as a flower, so I saw a lot of you. At that time, I wanted to talk to you, and that day I wanted to take a photo quietly, whether I said it or not, you have been in my heart ever since.

The end of the world is vast, thousands of miles apart, I am at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at the end of the Yangtze River, thousands of miles of rivers flow, and you can't carry your sorrows. Say goodbye for three or four years, and think about seven or eight autumns. I've known each other for so long, and I can't forget my face.