Today, please give me four minutes

Now, standing in the middle of the years, I turned my head and looked ahead. I still hope that my time with them has not changed, and that it has been staggered to this day. We squandered our lives and left a place of clumsiness.

If you come again, please find me,

You don't have to say a word, I know, we've seen it.

I often have a dream that in the valley shrouded in fog, there are always some figures slowly disappearing. I always felt that those people were going very close to me, but no matter how I ran, I couldn't hold their hands again.

There was never wind, but the clouds never stopped,

They were probably also in a hurry, in vain, chasing something.

In this long life, there will always be a moment of completion. We opened up and fell into dust. In the morning and dusk, it is our hearts that are full, and it is also our conversation that is very happy.

To this day, many people have faded and changed their faces, but in all the scenery, I will always remember you, no matter where you are later.

The evening wind bid me farewell to the past,

And you are the most poetic part of my past.

It wasn't until later that I understood that it turned out that what I wanted most was not the world, but, in every morning with you, waking up.

The preface to this book is shared with you.

If you can, hopefully you'll be willing to buy this book, hoping it will bring you warmth and strength this winter or more. As a writer, my greatest happiness is that I can find an emotional fit between pen and ink and heal them.