Wuxi calligrapher Guo Peifei

The dark night swallowed the distant dream, and the cold wind jumped over the fragmented imagination wilderness and poured into the thin clothes, which made me shudder. Gu Zi mused, and the thoughts that came to my mind were like ripples on the water, swinging round and round, whispering softly, reflecting the sparkling halo across my ears. Fingertips can be seen but not touched. It seems that this long and boundless dream is destiny takes a hand. I should have known this ending, and I have been comforting myself not to be too sad. Maybe sadness is inevitable. Looking up at the silent night sky, I don't want tears in my eyes to drip and wet my already haggard cheeks.