Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

"You and I meet in the dark, talking about fate, thinking about the world, who crosses my mountains and rivers, like twilight drowning and secretly burning my heart; You will stir up my old mood, brew a pot of wine between pen and ink, mix it with the vortex of memories, and become drunk into eternity.
His eyes were soaked in the yellowed text, and he stopped at the inscription on the text.The delicate and beautiful handwriting never stings the indulging memory, but just gently stores it in the room, the eyes pass by, and the thoughts fall.

Once upon a time, I was rafting in the vast sea of ​​words, crossing the port and meeting a boat, and met you.Your words are timeless and fresh, always resting quietly in a corner of the scroll, never flying high and erratic, let alone sinking into the deep sea with no end in sight.You said, you want to put the most simple feelings in your heart into the text, so that it can be close to the point and far from the meaning.

You make a name for yourself, Kyushu Yunke

It is said in "Shangshu Yugong" that Kyushu is actually the collective name of Ji, Yan, Qing, Xu, Yang, Jing, Yu, Liang, and Yong Kyushu. The rivers, mountains and rivers, have the ultimate gentleness that does not comprehend the world of mortals, and there is also a thick and colorful stroke like a painting, flying back in time like clouds, turning into a misty shadow, in that summer, it stirred the strings in my heart .

Come to think of it, the fate that was hit by a surprise will take root with the change of the annual rings.I never thought that the feelings between you and me reaching each other's souls through the tip of the pen were actually separated by a thin layer of paper.

From getting acquainted with you to getting to know each other, I, who was indulging in the clearness of your pen, chose to ignore the last two words of your name. "Cloud Guest"

just passing by
In September, the paper scroll in my hand lost your polish, leaving only a white melancholy, and finally the years folded the title page, and the vortex of time brought your message
The breath is completely obliterated.

I searched desperately for the traces you left behind, but the tears gradually filling my eyes blurred my eyes.The sour thoughts leaked into the paper, condensed in the words you left, in the name you signed, in the gaps of memories...
It turns out that no matter how dear people and memories are taken away by time, they are silent.

You left a paragraph at the end of the article.
I hope that after many years, I can still be with my old friend, hold a pot and invite the moon to have a long talk, continue the past, and then go back to hermit.
If souls connected with each other can find each other even if they travel through the vast sea of ​​people, they can meet each other in the turbulent flow.

I will always watch Kyushu in my heart, waiting for your return.

"-Say farewell silently, let the butterfly wings close the time, perch in that midsummer, pin the hairpin on the crescent moon, it is the gift of the years."

This is what I added to your story.