Write a parallel prose with optimism as the topic, skillfully using ancient poems and famous sentences.

Son, you are so sad that you have nowhere to talk, so you lament: 360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing. "You are helpless and have nowhere to talk, so you lament: the light is bright, once you wander, it is hard to find." You love deeply, but your dreams are like smoke. You are sad: "If you don't mourn for me, people will die." How's this? This is an article about Lin Daiyu in A Dream of Red Mansions. "360 days a year, the wind, sword and frost are pressing hard." "How long can it be bright? Once drifting, it is hard to find. " "If you don't lament for me, I don't know if the flowers will fall and people will die." All from funeral songs