Inspirational story

Zhang Xu was a renowned calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty.One year, Yan Zhenqing, who was deeply passionate about practicing calligraphy, resigned from his official post and became a disciple of Zhang Xu to study the art. He originally believed that by learning under a master, he could quickly grasp the secrets of writing and achieve instant fame. However, after becoming his student, Zhang Xu did not reveal any secret techniques for practice. Instead, he merely gave Yan Zhenqing brief guidance on the characteristics of model calligraphy sheets, introduced some famous examples by master calligraphers, and had Yan Zhenqing copy them. Sometimes, after drinking a little wine, Zhang Xu would take Yan Zhenqing mountain climbing, swimming, visiting markets, or watching theatrical performances. When they returned home, he would either have Yan practice writing or let him observe as Zhang himself wrote swiftly and vigorously with his brush.

In 1987, two postal workers from Virginia, USA, Tom Coleman and Bill Schlot, happened to see a child holding a glow stick that emitted a green light. Unlike other adults who might have simply smiled and passed by, they immediately began pondering: this thing looks interesting, but what could it be used for? The two men started brainstorming wildly. Eventually, they latched onto a brilliant idea—placing a lollipop on top of the glow stick.

Among millions of people, meeting the one you are destined to meet; across millions of years, in the vast wilderness of time, neither a moment too early nor a moment too late, but simply encountering each other—connected and warmed by mutual understanding—what kind of fate is this? Understanding is the most beautiful connection in life. — Preface A gentle drizzle passes through a serene summer day, washing away the dust of time, moistening the heart, and leaving a touch of coolness to the season. The wind weaves thoughts into the plain white pages of time, filling sleeves with hidden fragrance. In these shallow moments, the petals of time quietly bloom, perfuming the years of delicate fingers; a water-like sentiment mists a curtain of quiet dreams, lightening a stretch of time between fingertips.