The distant shadow of the sailing ship, the swans passing the letter, the traces of the years, leaving clearly visible lines, the Sanskrit sound of life, the understanding swaying thousands of miles deep in the world of mortals, I use my charming emotions to weave into the whispers of dream pursuit. Even as we grow older, the waves of time can still dance to beautiful melody, imbued with thousands of poetic meanings. The warmth of the quiet time bloomed on the edge of memory, filling the air with an intoxicating fragrance. Stepping gently on the riverbed of time, let the scenery along the way be stained with the fragrance of ink, blooming on your fingertips, and smear it into the most gorgeous movement!