Two years of foreshadowing, singing and pouring lightly.
On the three-foot podium, I give guidance;
When the pen and ink wander, my mind is agitated;
With a low eyebrow, the letter is in the hand, the affection is shallow and the memory is long;
Where true love is strong, things will come naturally.
May you feel as domineering as a sword in your hand when you write this book.
May you have the arrogance to sheathe your sword the moment you put your pen away.
(The last two sentences are from the Internet [with changes])
Sand sculpture version: A scumbag in literary studies discovered that he had become proficient in six subjects, and then embarked on a counterattack.
Literary version: This is a story of loneliness, but also a story full of love. I hope you can find your own destination here.
Implicit version: Everyone is not an island, but there is always a way to find your own way.
Rough version: Dark-faced, melancholic super-student and vicious-tongued, slow-tempered, lonely academic scumbag
Thank you all! BowThe autumnal equinox welcomes you!