san yue

The rain in March is soft, soft, soft, light, hazy, moist, successive, thin, itchy on the skin and bright on the tender leaves, looking from a distance, it was a piece of fog covering the top of the mountain. Looking up, I looked up and looked up at the wisps like threads and hooks, bathing […]

Each

As time flies, a monsoon light is fleeting. In a hurry, the years flow far away. Deep in my memory, there are traces that have never been erased, such as the mottled shadows shining on my body through the cracks of leaves. Each piece of light and shadow has its own merits, with different forms […]