Post an article that has a great influence on me.
Xiao Sheng
When the flute blows, the footprints dance, there is no trace in the snow, and the fragrance follows the path. If I am in the mood of insomnia, I only expect to walk with you after complaining, crying and loneliness.
The days when the red leaves are all over the mountain and the bauhinia flowers are embedded. Migratory birds outside the window are still whispering in summer and flying into a flock of birds returning to the south. For the charming scenery in the distance, you let go of your mood, love and pure heart with the birds. In the river of dreams covered with white sails, after the ice is frozen, after the snow dance, your heart is hidden in the snowflakes at the six corners, listening to the tireless flute, as quiet as the tireless poetic soul.
The mountain wind gently stirred the long hair of the moonlight. Only red leaves and thoughts are flying around the world. The flute still flows like a river of life. Through the flute, I heard the sound of the waves still in the distance, reflecting the fishing fire, young as a poem. So, in the morning of my life, I am burdened with ideals like a sailor, lingering love like a flute, and my mother's kind smile. Under the west wind, I don't want to hit my horse and pass you by; At the crossroads of time, I only hope to roll up your weak character and walk with you.
Let's walk together, through the rows of loudest singing days, through the most sincere and considerate days in life, through the rough days full of thorns, into the love of the Rhine, and into the last rose of summer.
I look forward to going with you. Walking in the garden of life, the circle of life, the edge of life, walking into the scenery named after home, rising with the sun, burning a bonfire, warming the sun in the birdsong, and the sound of flutes blowing vertically in the sunshine.