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The dust in my heart fell into my heart.
Quietly walking through the days that seemed to have disappeared.
Looking back, the dream seemed beautiful.
The green brocade cover of the pond covers the waterside, and the lotus lies unrolled in the water.
The quiet fragrance leaves no trace in the clouds, and the willow branches are slightly drooping and the moon is hidden.
That person was in the dim light.
When autumn is approaching, the dance of agarwood and ink is exaggerated, chasing the person in the dream, the color of the lotus is full of eyes, and the fragrance of lotus is at the glance.
He is in my heart and dreams between me, quietly spreading and lingering.
The afterglow of the setting sun illuminates an illusion in the dream.
Compose a song for the world.
Farewell that year, that month, that day.
This is my dream alone. I lost it, put it down, and slipped away, but I can’t forget it.
"Fenglin" is a dream of mine, I don't know when it wandered in my mind.
My fingers are tapping the stories in my heart, and the night is deep.
Dreams are still psychedelic.
How to render the scenery of life with pen and ink to make it more exciting is the origin of Ink Dance Agarwood.
But I feel more and more that I am not worthy of this name.
I always hope to be able to express my views on life, humanity, emotions, life and death, and happiness unscrupulously.
Views on issues such as pain, friendship, men and women, and many other things.
It’s just that the pen in my hand can never keep up with the pen in my heart.
How to describe life with words is something I think about every day.
How should we look at it?
What kind of soul can be used to accommodate it?
Life is not always as beautiful as imagined: there are many helpless sorrows and pains in life.
The road is the same, it just depends on how you walk it.
The path of life is also like this.
Each person's path is different.
This has almost become something I think about in my dreams.
Life itself is a war, big and small, all kinds of wars.