In countless dark nights, I put out my hands, Trying to grab the pen, It always disappears in the dark. I kept looking, Crossing the river of time, Finally found the pen, It lies quietly in my palm. I picked up my pen, Gently write a word, That's the desire in my heart, It is the call of my soul. I continued to write, The writing becomes clearer and clearer, They form stories, It records every bit of my life. I use a pen to describe, Those beautiful moments, Those sad memories, Those endless dreams. I wrote with a pen, Those about love and hate, Poems about life and death, Thinking about hope and despair. I explored with a pen, Those unknown fields, Those mysterious worlds, Those future possibilities. Under this pen, I found myself, And found the world, It's an extension of my soul, It is also the witness of my life.

Ink is as deep as the silence of night, Flowing in the context of history, It carries words and wisdom, Dance on rice paper and draw poems of thousands of years. A drop of ink, a light drop of paper, Spread, like ripples of thoughts, It tells about the past and writes about the future, It is the brush of time and the ferry of memory. In ink, there is silent language, It is not noisy, but powerful, The world is interwoven between black and white, Let the viewer find the complexity of life in simplicity. The fragrance of ink wafts faintly in the air, It is the leisure of literati, Every stroke contains The pursuit of beauty, the search for truth. The ink is still wet, and the story has turned a thousand times, It witnessed many joys and sorrows, In the long river of history, it flows forever, Like a long ancient tune, echoing in my heart. Ink is the philosophy of the East, In silence, it tells a profound story, In silence, it shows its vastness, In silence, it conveys warmth. Let's take ink as our partner and pen as our boat, In the long river of years, writing is immortal, Let the mind blend with ink, let the mind go with ink, In the endless flow, look for eternal peace.

Paper, soft boat, Sailing in the sea of ink, Carrying thoughts and dreams, Soar in the world of words. Paper is the stage of thought, Let inspiration dance here, It records every moment, Catching every heartbeat. Paper is the canvas of time, In the touch of years, It depicts the traces of the past, It also draws a blueprint for the future. Paper is the container of knowledge, It stores the kindling of wisdom, Pass it on in reading, pass it on in writing, Let the light illuminate every heart. Paper is the sustenance of emotion, It carries love and hate, joy and sorrow, Every letter contains Missing relatives and caring friends. Paper is the witness of life, It has witnessed countless spring, summer, autumn and winter, It is recorded in every book Human footprint, the course of civilization. Paper is the carrier of art, It shows the talent of painters, In every painting The pursuit of beauty and love of life. Paper is the bridge of communication, It connects you, me and him, In every communication Understanding and tolerance, friendship and peace. Let's cherish every piece of paper, Let it continue to carry dreams and hopes, Flying in the sky of knowledge, In the depths of the soul forever.

Inkstone, the guardian of silence, Meditate in the corner of time, It bears the vicissitudes of history, It also breeds cultural prosperity. The inkstone is a bosom friend of the literati, Spend countless nights with them, Under its sharpening, the mind becomes sharp, The writing is more profound. Inkstone is the cradle of art, It witnessed the birth of countless paintings, With its moisture, the color becomes bright, The lines are also smoother. Inkstone is the mark of time, It records the changes of each era, In its precipitation, history becomes thick, The story is more moving. Inkstone is the emotional sustenance, It carries people's yearning for a better life, In its company, the heart becomes warm, The dream is more firm. The inkstone is a symbol of wisdom, It conveys human's desire for knowledge, Under its guidance, exploration becomes brave, The discovery is also more surprising. Inkstone is the witness of life, It has witnessed the growth and transformation of countless lives, Under its nourishment, life becomes strong, I hope it will be brighter. Let's cherish every inkstone, Let it continue to witness the development of human civilization, Soaring in the sky of knowledge, In the depths of the soul forever.