Original prose poem - The Song of Water
A passion brewing among the white clouds in the distance flows gurglingly. The green mountains cannot cover the cry of life's original water. A sword energy shook off the cliff, and when he first tried his skills, it fell into the Yindu River nine days away. The brave man breaks through the siege, and his mood is suddenly enlightened.
The rainbow rises and becomes even more beautiful after the wind and rain. The stream is flying down, the years are passing by, and the spring water of the river flows eastward. The fishing net with eyes full of confusion cannot catch a decent past event. Water goes its own way, becomes lonely because of its endeavor, and is fragrant because of its coldness.
Singing loudly all the way, the sunshine all the way washes away the lead, and there will be times when we ride the wind and waves, and hang sails directly across the sea.
Whose life is as tender as water, as majestic as water, as clear as water, and as real as water?