Star-rare, moon-cold, mountains and rivers remain unchanged, scene after scene of past events linger, the world is quiet, gone without a trace, the curtain falls, people disperse and flowers wither, tenderness is always good in the cold, fallen blossoms, broken mirrors, missed landscapes are ultimately difficult to retrieve. The red sun is no longer visible, far away beyond the horizon, close at hand, it is the pure and elegant steadfastness that stands proud.

Following the traces of a past life, sitting gracefully at the dressing table, eyes fixed, the person in the bronze mirror whispers softly, tears falling like rain. The scent of fireworks, lingering in the red dust of the world, yearning for love, but the past is broken, countless stories, just the beauty of an actress. One makeover with pale makeup, a cup of cloudy wine, pale faces for a thousand years, intoxicated by beauty.

We all want such love, wanting the other person to say 'I love you' and 'I like you' directly, to work hard to be together, never hiding our love, never giving anyone else a chance to imagine. Never letting you have any confusion or anxiety about the relationship.

If you like him but don't love him, then slowly accept him, enter his world, understand his story, and fall in love with him. I would rather slowly accept someone who loves me, than desperately love someone who doesn't love me. Because love is painful, and being loved is happiness.

You can forgive, you can not care, you can give up, you can forget, but you cannot stop loving yourself.

Literature created a romantic dream for me, literature allows me to be good at finding and magnifying my own happiness, literature elevates trash into poetry and scenery, literature gives me the courage and strength to overcome difficulties and even disasters. Finally, when I had gone through this time from illusion to reality, I slowly realized how silly I was.

One day, someone asked me if I recognized him, if I remembered things about him, I replied, 'I remember.' Someone asked me if I recognized him, if I remembered things about him, I replied, 'I don't remember.' But in my heart, I went through all the things about him.

Everything in this world is always accompanied by a loss, just as there is joy, there is also pain; wealth brings enjoyment, but also distress; success brings happiness, but pain becomes stronger and unbearable after failure.