A Life of Ink and Spirit

Yuan Qiyou was not born into wealth, but the fragrance of books accompanied him from a young age. His parents served the powerful, tirelessly moving through their world, while he quietly absorbed the essence of wisdom. As a child, he could not yet reach the table and chairs, yet he was already immersed in the written word. While others chased fame and fortune, he shaped his world with ink and brush.

His story, like flowing ink, remains steadfast through storms, untouched by time. He did not seek, he did not fight, and he was never controlled—his serenity was bestowed by the universe itself. Those who give with sincerity are cherished, their devotion never forgotten.
“Those who loved, who gave, who stayed. Rise in light, their path is paved.”

He spent his life with a pen in hand, turning dreams into reality—unyielding, never lost in the tide. In a world that measures worth by power, he knew the truth: “Equality is not begged for; it exists in the natural order of the universe.”

Some climb higher by stepping on others, yet in the end, all they leave behind is the sigh of relief from those they oppressed. But he walked with grace and left with honor.

Do not seek him in sorrow; he does not dwell in darkness and grief. He is in the gentle breeze, in the vast starlit sky, in poetry, in dreams. He has followed the river home, carried by love and light.
“The cycle turns, the pain is done. A brighter path now for the sons.”

His story, like flowing ink, remains steadfast through storms, untouched by time. Those who dedicate their lives, who love and serve, are embraced and remembered.
“Those who served, who loved, who stayed. Are embraced, their souls preserved.”

He is gone, but without regret—no pain, no resentment, only peace and freedom. Look up, and the stars shine bright; he is smiling, watching you move forward with courage.
“With all the ones who walked before—In love, in peace, forevermore.”