Life Is Like a Dream, It's Hard to Wake Up

Twenty-seven years, just like an ink pen, blooming on the rice paper. Seventeen years in the cold window, ten years in the workplace, the outline of life is outlined in the shades of ink. Those laughter and tears, hesitation and determination, all turned into the frustration of the pen tip, leaving traces of different shades in time. Suffering is the thick ink in the inkstone, and new life is the clear blank space at the turning point of the pen. I would like to share this article with all those who are looking for light in the darkness: the meaning of life lies in grinding suffering into ink and writing your own beautiful chapter on the rice paper of destiny.