I will spend my whole life writing endlessly about the beauty and beauty of the world, and I will never be able to write about all the phenomena in the world. I have spent my whole life writing endlessly about the beauty of the world - the curls of smoke in the morning mist, the hurried steps under the neon lights, the mottled traces of time, and the interweaving of light and dark deep in the human heart. Thousands of scenes and flavors are all hidden in this world of mortals. There is too much helplessness and sadness that can be expressed in one word - it is the choking that cannot be said, the sadness of not being able to do what one wants, the loneliness of drinking alone late at night, the regret of trying one's best but not being able to achieve one's wishes. Only those who have experienced it can know the pain that is buried deep in the heart. There are all kinds of life, and there are countless short words and long love stories - it is the white hair on the temples of parents, the tenderness in the eyes of a lover, the support on the shoulders of friends, and the kindness from strangers. Every little bit of warmth connects the long river of time. Even thousands of lines of pen and ink cannot express this depth and heat.
