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From a country boy trapped by a stutter, To the piano teacher who found the exit on the keys, His life is a path illuminated by noble people. Inferior self-esteem, sensitivity, even hiding the heartbeat, Until I met her, she was upright and open-minded. She taught him true growth, It never becomes sharp, But there is someone to accompany you, hiding those thoughts in the music, Speak slowly to the years.

Everything has spirituality. I live by a lake in Weishan and write about vegetation, birds and animals, the lake and the evening breeze. Record the plants and trees around you, as well as the daily life and tenderness of ordinary people. Ordinary scenery and tiny moments are all the light hidden in life.

Words are like snow, falling all over the sky, falling into plains, regardless of you and me. There are no branches or boundaries, just walk along the snowfield, and wherever you read, you will find scenery.