In a study in a remote town, he has been with pen and ink since childhood. Although his aptitude is not as smart as others, he has a calmness and tenacity that exceeds his peers. The road to a humble family was rugged, and the contempt of his classmates and the difficulties of the squire were like fine raindrops that wetted his blue shirt, but did not extinguish the glimmer of light in his heart. He walked on the path where the morning dew had not dried, climbed over the mountains where the twilight had fallen, found peace in the scriptures, and gained clarity in the world.
There has never been an earth-shattering adventure, but I have learned about the ways of the world through the trivial things of daily necessities, and I have developed my character through the caressing of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. From an ignorant young man to a calm and determined man, he uses his pen as a blade to resolve turmoil and his heart as a boat to overcome difficulties. He wanders on the edge of troubled times and sticks to his true heart amidst the warmth and coldness of human relationships. Every step of growth is moisturizing and silent, every decision is hidden in tenderness and firmness, and finally, in the long river of time, a smooth road full of brilliance is found.
