Who has an appreciation article on the prose poem Answering Life?

Answer life

White clouds are the notes, bamboo is the pen, and it is a trickle, which will be cold at the first light of the morning and sway into a poem by Chun Xue.

The fragrance of flowers is smoke and the moonlight is wine. With a little star eyes, the silence of the sunset will be transformed into notes of mountains and rivers.

Wandering poems trudge in the barren valley, and only with persistent steps, they read out the lonely hearts scattered and reunited for the scenery in the nightmare.

Wandering piano music strolls in the streets full of voices. For the pure land in my heart, I always use my head high to appreciate the troubles that the world can't shake.

Dust and faint sadness often condense into fog, blocking life in the vast wilderness. However, ardent expectations and firm beliefs will always converge into a torrent, and the mighty passion will surge.

Carrying a load seems to be an innate commitment, stepping on songs and breaking the bumps that seem to be increasing day by day. Time flies like water, you can't just carve tears. Wind and rain, like the sea, always quench your wings.

I don't know what my cold feet are looking for in the endless desolation of lonely autumn wind.

Standing silently in the cold night when the rain rustles, the depression that appears and disappears is a hazy look that I don't know what to expect.

It is best to let the vicissitudes of time waste the past as soon as possible. Since we have chosen the long road of no return, all the deep and shallow footprints are no longer haunting scenery.

Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? The late flower season makes us think deeply.

Wandering dreams, wandering far and near, ask us how.

How to answer life? The mountains are high, the clouds are light and the wind is light, which should be a scenery that will never fade in life.

For that cup of bad life, there is no more bitterness. What are tears? What does it matter if you face it angrily?

Scold the wind and cloud, we answer the command to swallow the moon, we answer the command!