C60 Musing

Time was so slow that Zhuang Li felt that she could almost see the growth of all living things. The chirping of cicadas, the rain of summer rain, they all landed in the pot of flowers where a pomegranate that had been meticulously cut by a eunuch had already bloomed and bore a few small fruits. Zhuang Li liked pomegranates, there were more pomegranates in the Western Regions