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In this silent night, thoughts flow slowly like ink, blurring into a mottled picture. In that picture, there are laughter and tears of the past, as well as longing and expectation for the future. The moonlight sprinkled all over the earth, illuminating the past that had been sealed by the dust of the years, like a splashed ink landscape painting, with far-reaching artistic conception and intriguing.
Time flies, time flies, and those beautiful memories are deeply engraved in my heart like ink. Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll up, we are drifting away in the journey of life, but the feeling of longing has never changed. In the dead of night, those thoughts are like ink, and they become an eternal picture in our hearts.
Missing is an indescribable emotion, it is as strong as ink, but with a bit of elegance. We grow up in our thoughts, feel in our thoughts, and learn to cherish in our thoughts. Missing, like ink, is mottled with paper, which is the trace of time, the precipitation of emotion, and the truest portrayal of our hearts.
In this night of longing, let us quietly listen to the call of our hearts and feel the strong feelings of longing. Let this emotion spread like ink and become the most beautiful picture in our lives.