I Lay Low in a Small Town and Become a Great Master

The abundance and undercurrent of walking alone Over the years, the door of love has been closed I am dependent on books, words, and electronic products The pages of the book are turned through morning and evening, and the ink marks spread through the four seasons. The dim light on the circuit board illuminates the path of exploration There are no dazzling achievements hanging in the sky But every step forward is solid and clear Fulfillment is the vine in my heart, quietly clinging to it Wrap the days into a full shape But there are always people with eyes like sharp hooks Trying to fish something away from me Those coveting eyes, hidden in the dark I want to tear a hole in my solid life I still stick to my own rhythm and take my time Let books be the armor, words be the shield, and technology be the staff. Let the undercurrent surge, and your heart will be clear and magnanimous On the road of walking alone, continue to accumulate light August 26, 2025