Remember to Carve a Stone Once

On a cold night, snowflakes arrived as expected, and the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River became quiet and dignified because of this thin layer of snow. On snowy nights in the past, the ancients often enjoyed reading forbidden books behind closed doors, so last night I sat in front of my desk and read the recommended book "Dongqiao Cloisonné Night" by my friend. At first glance, most of them were notes about my collection of paintings and calligraphy. But after more than fifty pages, I had to marvel at the elegance and romance of these real literati circles during the Ming Dynasty. Everything from the appreciation objects to the creed notes were extremely elegant. If it weren't for the constraints of today's reality, I wouldn't want to be "extremely indifferent to my confidant, spending this life with only three or five stubborn stones."