And you know,

Company is the longest confession of love.

The words that walk under the nib,

Have been replaced by firewood, rice, oil and salt.

This Mid-Autumn Festival

No Flowers

No moon cakes,

Pick a moon

Give it to her (him), will you?

You dont have to speak too much

i can understand you 

Calm and secure,

Writing life care.

Etown is always standing by you