Spring breeze gently brushes over thousands of mountains and rivers, carrying our shallow thoughts and low chants, sending them towards the distance. Your boundless ocean of knowledge, diligent cultivation without cease, makes my heart yearn and unable to sleep at night. Pear blossoms with dew, moonlight with mist, sitting alone here, thinking of the noble gentlemen, my heart and soul flying towards them.
In memory, old classmates from the past, chatting and laughing, making friends through poetry, and finding joy through books. Now, after parting ways to pursue our own paths, you diligently strive for success, embarking on a long journey; while I, quietly studying and improving, constantly motivating myself. Though mountains are high and waters are far, they cannot separate our deep-rooted thoughts, strengthening the chain of our friendship.
Regarding the honors you have achieved on the path of knowledge, I am as delighted as the bright stars, as pure as moonlight, secretly pleased and eagerly anticipating. Like spring bestowing life upon all things, your knowledge should also leave a mark in the 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 lamplight, my thoughts wander at the tip of the pen, feeling countless emotions. Although gentlemen sail in the ocean of knowledge, there will inevitably be turbulent days, I hope you will bravely face challenges with an open heart, breaking through clouds and crossing the Milky Way.
The road ahead may be winding and full of twists and turns, but I believe in your talent, capable of freely navigating 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 the sea of learning.
Laughter from the past, transformed into expectations today, I hope to be a faint light in your long journey ahead, continuously shining. When the warm spring arrives and flowers bloom, looking forward to admiring peach blossoms and green waters with you, continuing our fate, sharing our aspirations, making friends through books, and walking hand in hand on the boundless path of knowledge.
This text is synchronized and updated by Mix Space to xLog. The original link is https://nishikori.tech/posts/prose/2019-03-16