Vilen's poem "Winter is White"

Life is an open book. In the vast ocean of the world, "if you don't accumulate silicon, you will stay away from Wan Li;" A small stream does not make a river. "Everyone is a part of the book of life, and the book of life will be wonderful only if everyone's wonderful fragments. Pick up a blank paper roll, fold it into a sailboat with a heart, and fly it in the rainy season. With the temptation to the distance, I hope it will be full of wonderful things. Standing on the bank of a big river, watching the vast river flow silently and infinitely. I can't help but think of Confucius' sentence: the deceased is like a husband.