Category: prose

One side is like an old waterwheel that keeps turning by the river, with bamboo tubes pouring out water to irrigate the fields next to each other; the other side is like a kite flying in the vast sky.

Tonight seems a bit desolate cold, the rain outside the window is still quietly falling.Leaning on the balcony, as long as I think of you, I will feel a little more miss in my heart.It is comforting to know that all is well with you.