Night reading

The unfolded white pages unconsciously turn into boundless vanity. One by one, the code comes alive slowly, changing everything.

Yellow sand rolled up, horseshoe.

Three or two fairies flew by.

A rotten wood on the beach of the Yellow River sprouted.

In the Thousand Buddha Cave in the barren hills, the Buddha statues have broken limbs and blurred facial features.

A firelight flashed across the night sky, and there was an ugly Stone in front of a house.

In the market, the goods store houses are oblique. Petunia, shoulder cloth, cart. The flag of the restaurant flutters, and the drinker leans.

A river grows far away in the fog, which is narrow and open for a while. Curved, straight, bent again, and disappeared in the distance.

An indispensable affectionate scholar, a short-lived beauty, is born with love in a few words, and his heart is like charcoal fire with ByteDance …

"Goo, goo, goo" several times, where did it come from?

Scholar is gone, beauty is gone. Everything in the illusion is gone.

Listen carefully. "Goo, goo", is the voice of the belly, hungry.

The illusory world has gone away from time to time, leaving only a solitary lamp on the table. In the opened pages, rows of square characters are still there quietly.