Lingering Companionship

Time goes by, there are countless regrets, but what remains unchanged are your brows and eyes. Sitting by the window, a moment of quiet, tea fragrance, a cup of fragrant tea, a sense of comfort, through the temperature of the seasons, I think of you, suddenly a thousand trees and ten thousand trees of pear blossoms bloom, the joy in my heart is still as breathtaking as the first snow encountered in the depths of winter.

Just like this, I spend my years in this way, transforming myself into the appearance of a flower, gracefully remembering every wisp of fragrance in the passage of time, receiving a silent attention from thousands of miles away, a warm and steady companionship.

This season's opulent brocade is enhanced. Unfolding the fragrant scrolls overflowing with ink, wandering through the rhythm of flat and level tones, immersing oneself in the turning of the brush, a touch of fondness ripples across the thin paper, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, traversing the radius of the heart.