In this season of sprouting tung, all my past joys and speculations are turning into words on a clean white paper, I just let them relive under my penpoint with a teary smile.

• 而我惟有在这青桐萌花的时节，把所有过往的快乐和思索化为深深浅浅的墨迹浮动在一枚素色的薄笺上，任它们弹指间轮回成一纸带泪的笑颜。