The source of the life perhaps is not as good as moss, but its life is more abundant.

青春对于所有人来说都是美好的，我们曾经都憧憬着这样的美好。还没准备好接受青春洗礼的我，慌乱中却进入了另一个编制的很美好的梦境中。梦境确实很美，美的让人不想醒过来。梦境中有我幻想的梦想，而梦想却是最容易破碎的东西，当你还来不及想太多，恍然之间坍塌的满地都是，一次次的拼凑，一次次的倒塌，最后你终于决定放弃。

On the other end of the phone comes the icy voice of hanging up. The voice can be broken, but miss is boundless…

To exchange with a living creature we call Pen Cents temporarily through a pen.

恐惧？死亡？战栗？无心跳？苍白的面容？绿色与红色的交融？不增？不减？不死？不灭？生就是死？死就是生？摄影机，照相机是真的吗？胶片真能记录一切吗？梦中美丽的少女是祝福还是？背后、床下到底是什么？身边呼啸而过的是空气吗？亲人真的是祝福你吗？

The girl is mature, the boy is handsome, singing the sadness into the song, at this moment, bluebells are blooming, nothing can replace. For hundreds and thousands of years, who would like to turn round to uncover a scar? Actually, even though the love is deep enough, keeping distance is necessary, so that each other could turn around, The true love does not need time, the feeling is right, everything is right.

青苹果的憧憬，恋爱时的山盟海誓，爱情是肌肤里的牙齿印，深入骨髓。结婚了，开门七件事：柴米油盐酱醋茶，混在一起才懂了生活的味道。有了孩子，生活从两角变成多角形，每个角都是支点，爱情，就变成一杯清晨的隔夜茶……

The world and the other ghosts world. Ghosts in the mold and grievances.

After the box of Pandora is open, 108 demons flied out and the last remaining was hope.

许多时候，我们早已不去回想，当每一个人来到地球上时，只是一个赤裸的婴儿，除了躯体和灵魂，上苍没有让人类带来什么身外之物。等到有一天，人去了，去的仍是来的样子，空空如也。这只是样子而已。事实上，死去的人，在世上总也留下了一些东西，有形的，无形的，充斥着这本来已是拥挤的空间。

The history, is to be protected; you, are to be protected, and I am the one who will be the guardian.

The story tells the secrets of the nature.