The long years, the long journey, all the past, are the gifts of the years. It is like a thousand years of bamboo sea, ten thousand years of rivers and lakes, and this quietly passing sun, moon and yin. Every one is willing to be entangled with pen and ink

The long years, the long journey, all the past, are the gifts of the years. It is like a thousand years of bamboo sea, ten thousand years of rivers and lakes, and this quietly passing sun, moon and yin. Everyone who is willing to linger with pen and ink is always willing to dance solo with his own joy. The bittersweet and bittersweet of life, the joys and sorrows of life, can all be lightly written down and strive to live poetically in a corner of mortal dust.

After the sand and gold, fortunately we will not go alone, the ferry of fate, the people who have the opportunity to meet will always be in the text of every morning and evening, between the two souls, full of the romance and flow of the text, destined to accompany a beautiful journey.

The flowing water of the mountains meets the acquaintances, and they spend the rest of their lives together. The tacit understanding in the text, even if they have never met in this life, will be like a deceased person who has been separated for a long time. Every ordinary day, because you know that someone is waiting on the screen, has a meaning of existence.

Although it is a path of pure beauty and loneliness, it can experience passion and emotion in the resonance of people, and chase valuable freedom in the vast world. Common interests and hobbies, so that each other's hearts are connected, and the appearance is clear. When all the dust settles, every encounter that occurs because of the mutual attraction of words will leave a strange and familiar atmosphere.