Ink Friendship, Evocative and Melancholy, Ink-Stained Years, Eternally Memorable
In the years of my life, there is a deep friendship, righteousness, and affection. Though people are scattered across the world, our hearts are close. Inspired by the beautiful city of Suzhou, brimming with the essence of heaven and earth, it nurtured your love for poetry, and intertwined with a memory, imbued with a touch of tenderness, and stirred a wave of emotion, waiting to be cherished in a piece of text, allowing you to share your innermost thoughts, and offering you a gentle smile, letting me indulge in the dream I once cherished, transforming into a tree of flowers blooming before the window, beautifying the fleeting years.
We have a in the headline creators' words to meet each other, appreciating each other's words, praising and commenting, discussing viewpoints, expressing emotions, this feeling is not love, but warms our fragile and sensitive souls, enriches lonely lives. This feeling is between platforms, recognized in words, tasted in beautiful writing, intoxicated by deep emotion, loyal to integrity, admiring talent.
We have a kind of friendship where we understand each other's thoughts, even if we are separated by the screen and silently accompany, playfully standing, gazing blankly, listening attentively – it’s a touch of emotion, a deep expression. Does the fragrance of ink enrich the unforgettable past? Memory pages were once a tree of flowers blooming, beautiful and fleeting!
In Suzhou, where people know and understand each other, are people also meeting and keeping company in a quiet corner? The encounter is too beautiful, but without being able to keep company. You have turned your past experiences, daily life, and shattered dreams into poetry, telling me to write five thousand poems of time-worn sentiments, and I ask why not publish them. You don't speak. Wait for the maturity of time to refine.
At the end of the year, due to a sudden family accident (accident), it shattered all your dreams, becoming depressed, frustrated, and listless, pitiful and miserable, lamenting and crying, you turned the major family accident into a fateful person's misfortune, even the pen pal you cared about didn't mention it, and you walked alone in sorrow and despair, desperately supporting a crumbling skeleton, the twenty-day ordeal behind the major accident may have been what others experienced in several lifetimes, and I also sensed your heart shattered beyond repair, and I lamented with you. I understand your grievances and helplessness. I never imagined that after you told me about your misfortune, you would immediately delete and block me, and the phone only showed a busy tone. I know you don't want to share your pain and sadness with me, nor do you need others to share your difficulties. The red dust has many hardships, looking back on life, the days are fleeting. You make so many mistakes and still shouldn’t have blocked me, cutting off all contact, and I cried uncontrollably.
The red dust is endless, time is long, in one's life, there will always be someone who is your moonlight, and there will always be someone who is your deadly wound. Missing you is the melancholy in your eyes, and missing you is the warm distance in your heart, I hope you can regain your spirits and climb upwards for survival. What I can do is to engrave friendship forever, and cherish the thoughts for you. You say that the road is desolate and without traces, and I rely on words with you to enjoy together. I said that time is silent, and you have given me poems and writings to enjoy together.
The red dust is close, dreams are hard to realize, sadness and coldness, coldness and indifference. After so many years, there will always be someone who is your moonlight, and there will always be someone who is your deadly wound. Missing you is the melancholy in your eyes, and missing you is the warm distance in your heart, I hope you can regain your spirits and climb upwards for survival. What I can do is to engrave friendship forever, and cherish the thoughts for you. You say that the road is desolate and without traces, and I rely on words with you to enjoy together. I said that time is silent, and you have given me poems and writings to enjoy together.
The red dust is close, dreams are hard to realize, sadness and coldness, coldness and indifference. After so many years, there will always be someone who is your moonlight, and there will always be someone who is your deadly wound. Missing you is the melancholy in your eyes, and missing you is the warm distance in your heart, I hope you can regain your spirits and climb upwards for survival. What I can do is to engrave friendship forever, and cherish the thoughts for you. You say that the road is desolate and without traces, and I rely on words with you to enjoy together. I said that time is silent, and you have given me poems and writings to enjoy together.
The red dust is close, dreams are hard to realize, sadness and coldness, coldness and indifference. After so many years, there will always be someone who is your moonlight, and there will always be someone who is your deadly wound. Missing you is the melancholy in your eyes, and missing you is the warm distance in your heart, I hope you can regain your spirits and climb upwards for survival. What I can do is to engrave friendship forever, and cherish the thoughts for you. You say that the road is desolate and without traces, and I rely on words with you to enjoy together. I said that time is silent, and you have given me poems and writings to enjoy together.
