Face to face. He used his notebook to make a draft, silently wrote down ancient poems, and wrote them directly on the cover.
He wouldn't let me write.
I complained: "I wasn't allowed to write when I was in third grade, and I'm still not allowed to write when I'm in college."
He just let me go with him.
"Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass."
Intention: Move forward, look forward.