Gently, the spring breeze brushes over thousands of mountains and rivers, carrying our shallow thoughts and low chants, sending them towards the distance. Your boundless sea of knowledge, cultivated diligently without pause, makes my heart yearn and keeps me awake at night. Pear blossoms with dew, moonlight with mist, sitting alone here, thinking of the noble gentlemen, my heart and soul wander.
In memory, the laughter and poetry shared with classmates in the past, discussing and enjoying poetry, and finding joy in books. Now, after parting ways to pursue our own paths, you diligently seek your great journey ahead; while I, quietly studying and striving without rest. Though the mountains are high and the waters are far, our unbroken bond of thoughts and the strengthened chain of friendship between us remain.
Regarding the honors you have achieved on the path of knowledge, I am as delighted as the bright stars and the pure moonlight, secretly rejoicing and eagerly anticipating. Like spring bestowing life upon all things, your knowledge should also leave a mark in this world, shining among the myriad schools of thought.
On this night, with no sound around, only the lingering scent of ink and the company of the lamp, my thoughts wander at the tip of the pen, feeling countless emotions. Although navigating the sea of knowledge may bring turbulent waves and rising winds, I hope you will bravely face obstacles with an open heart, cutting through thorns and fog, crossing the galaxy.
The road ahead may be winding and full of twists, but I believe in your talent, capable of freely expressing yourself and leaving deep footprints on the path of knowledge. Though I cannot accompany you, I hope that my words, filled with emotions, will be like a traveler's lamp, illuminating the path ahead of you, warming the lonely boat in your sea of learning.
The past was filled with laughter, now transformed into expectations. I hope that in your journey of thousands of miles, I will be a faint light like a star, continuously shining. As the days warm and flowers bloom, I look forward to admiring peach blossoms and green waters with you, continuing our fate, sharing our aspirations, meeting through writing, and walking hand in hand on the endless path of knowledge.
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