-Deng Hainan
It was born without me,
When I die, it will still be alive.
How short life is,
Like flowers in early spring to fruits in late autumn.
The old tree has only been silent for thousands of years.
Life is more emotional than a thousand years.
Love, happiness, even pain,
It is a precious harvest of life.
Maybe life is really a dream,
Flowers will also bloom in dreams.
I weave joy and sadness into a wreath,
Write a poem and tell it tomorrow.
It knows nothing about it,
I'm alive, it's just alive.
Oh, it's a good thing I'm not a long-lived tree.
No matter how long you live, you will only be insensitive and silent!