With a carving knife, he carefully picked off the protruding wood wires and brushed away the sawdust. He moved from one hand to the other. The shiny handle reflected the young man's pursed lips.
The phoenix is hidden under the thick wrapping of golden nan. It has a golden crown and jade feathers, a thin neck and a long beak. It shines brightly and spreads its wings to fly.
A pen has transcribed the words of saints, written magnificent chapters, and painted the beautiful scenery of the spring solstice. While holding the pen, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the corners of his lips.
A pen is picked up and put down again, the abacus is changed, the bridle is changed, and thousands of items of goods are changed. When I hold it again, the arrogance in my writing is no longer there, but my pride is still there.
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We have all laughed and talked about everything with our friends. We would rather have a confidant, not many, just one is enough. What is a confidant? Don't lose, don't forget, don't betray, don't deceive, treat yourself with all your heart, know yourself better than the enemy.
All the unfinished words are here.