Coming to Japan — postscript of running snail

For me, it is a great honor and pleasure to publish this prose collection! Although I didn’t expect her to bring me anything, I wrote carefully on these many days and nights. Therefore, I feel that no matter what the fate of this prose collection is, I will have a kind of joy of being

Ink landscape words life

Bamboo Forest, small Bridge, running water, colorful peach blossom, endless landscape, misty rain, slightly tipsy poetry. On the steps of the Bluestone, I placed myself in the valley with an oiled paper umbrella. Bathing in the delight of the waterfall, feeling the delight of the fragrance, lost in my own ink landscape and stepping into