Appreciation of the prose poem Monologue, can you help me find it?

Xi Murong's essay "Monologue" and "Monologue" is an insight into life. Are people's efforts to live just to please people and win others' approval? Let's not get caught up in this mode and shackles with trepidation. In the end, you are no longer you, and you have changed beyond recognition. It will restrict your development. The article Monologue also warns readers to cherish time. Life has different stages, and each stage will end, and each stage can't be perfect. Although it has ended, after the end, we can constantly make up for the shortcomings of the previous stage, so that we can improve ourselves, make a leap and become perfect. Only in this way can we slow down the pace of time. The author said quite well in the article that "there is no fate of separation and aging in this world, only a heart willing to love and unwilling to love." Separation and aging are the objective laws of the development of things, which are independent of people's will. As long as you are willing to cherish time and cherish time, you can keep the pace of time and make you younger. When you go through life after life, you will not regret and be annoyed when you look back on the road you have traveled. The road is at your feet, and your destiny is in your own hands. Only by grasping the opportunity, bravely moving forward and working hard, success is just around the corner. (Xiaoming) Monologue Xi Murong 1 Let me return the pen I borrowed from you. Everything happened in the moment of looking back. If my insight is due to a kind of confusion, then my various confusions are not just because of an insight? Looking back, I suddenly found that all my efforts in my life were just for the satisfaction of people around me. In order to win the praise and smile of others, I put myself into all modes and all the shackles with trepidation. Halfway through, I suddenly found that I only had a vague face and a road that I couldn't turn back. Let me return the pen I borrowed from you. Let me return the pen I borrowed from you. They say that in this world, everything must have an end. Not all people can know the meaning of time, not all people know how to cherish it. Too many people like to divide everything into paragraphs, and each paragraph must come to an end firmly. And how much hope there is in the world that can't end, how much attention and how much mind will not stop after the end. My dear friend! Only a few people will notice that the deepest spring in life will never stop. There is no fate of separation and aging in this world, only a heart willing to love and unwilling to love. Yongquan is still there, but the years fly away. Let me return the pen I borrowed from you. Let me return the pen I borrowed from you. And on that high and cool mountain, all the firs continue to grow upwards. At that night, I walked into the mountains, stood in the moonlight, and whispered some extremely humble longings for life. That night, the mountains and forests have listened with tears, listening to my simple and beautiful heart, but they can't warn me, so they are watching all kinds of twists and turns in front of them. Watching me go away, all the firs try to wave to me in the wind, knowing that at the end of the road, there will be a time to look back sadly. Looking back sadly, I saw the clouds flowing and the trees covered with green and blue. It all ended in the moment of looking back. Let me return the pen I borrowed from you. I found it on the computer! ! ! !