To you who find joy in books,
It is mid-spring now, and the air has turned warm. How fares life where you are?
Here in the desolate Northern Yan, flowers do not bloom as in the Central Plains. I still recall the days we rowed across the lake, hand in hand, what a wonderful time.
Even now, the memory stirs my heart.
Seasons shift, the world warms and cools. Take care of yourself, and eat well.
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