The years have passed, and the heart is flawless. A person, a chair, a page, a table, a pen......

Dressed in golden sunshine, with a pure white moonlight on one shoulder, the book is wrapped around the feelings, and a chapter of red dust is loved. The warm colors that inhabit the time, the branches that are painted with the years, and the poetry and distance on the road of life are savored in the scenery that is extremely beautiful.

I have always liked to write and splash ink in the grass-colored smoke, cooking words and words. I have always felt that words have a strange texture of life, and they are one of the indispensable veins that promote my healthy growth.

Words are the carriers that thinkers make good use of, and they are the release of their own feelings. Words, like sunshine, like drizzle, like a mighty ten-mile spring breeze, passing through the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of life, make themselves painful and happy in the cycle of the seasons.

The words that are as light as butterfly wings are like flowers that will never wither in the garden of my heart, exuding a faint fragrance, and these wisps of fragrance lingering in the depths of my soul are always edifying the peace of the poems stranded in my heart.

Wind and rain years, like to walk with those warm-hearted words born of love. Use a shallow ink pen to write down the truth, write down the goodwill, write down the flowers blooming at four o'clock, and write down the faint fragrance...... Let the glory and withering of the years rhyme in the clear and clear time, and every sentence becomes a poem.

Red dust and green Mo, because there are words to accompany you, a tired heart can slowly calm down. Remove the heavy armor and end a wandering in the clouds. Guarding the elegant and beautiful words, depicting the worldly fireworks in the depths of the ink fragrance.

Through the ancient curtains and the veil of Cangjie, these smart, heroic, graceful, and elegant words are sometimes plain and gentle, and sometimes subdued and frustrated. They adorned and enriched my ordinary life with a thousand charming appearances.

Walking in the mortal world, I don't want to be in the company of vulgarity, I just want to have an affair with words. Standing at the ferry of time, waiting for words, also waiting for you. Visiting the poetry mountain and visiting the sea of words, just to tie up a text. In the Jin Se Hua years, the pen is love, the ink is warm, put aside the troubles of life, and record the beautiful moments. We exiled our minds together, drunk and sang with the words. The complicated trivial things in the world are precipitated into the beautiful years between your fingers.

Earthly glass, flute dance and sheng song. I don't like the hustle and bustle, and it's not good to make noise. I prefer to sit alone in a corner, not to say prosperous, not to tell about loneliness, I just want to meet with words, meet you, express a chapter together in the spring and autumn season, and reverie in the time of summer wind and winter sun......

Quietly keep the passing year, do not slack off time, and live up to yourself. Find a place with fragrant flowers to live near the water, build hedges and plant chrysanthemums. Be a person in the text, use a thin pen, and write a relationship with the text and your unfinished dust.

I like to walk in the warm text, think what I think, think what I think, and write my heart with my hand!

Seeing the quiet beauty of time from afar, the years are leisurely. I hope that the days to come: pen and book, poetic years! Under the blue sky, bathe in the sunshine, the breeze on your sleeves, and dance lightly with the "Wenhua". This is not only the happiest time of the Yiren, but also the most beautiful moment of my life!