* * * with an ordinary moved interpretation.
I asked Feng: What is touching?
The wind gently said to me:
Touching is the cool breeze in summer to cool you down.
Touching is the warmth brought by a handful of hot water in winter.
The wind caressed me.
I asked the grass: What is touching?
Grass leisurely said to me:
Touching is the selfless dedication of Mother Earth.
What is touching is that the rain is quietly moistening.
The grass touched me.
I asked Heaven and Earth: What is touching?
The vicissitudes of heaven and earth said to me:
Moving is to survive in a tough and harsh environment.
Touching is to strive for the meaning of life.
I was moved by heaven and earth.
I asked myself: What is touching?
My answer is:
Touching is the expectation of relatives for face.
Touching is the kind of joy that overcomes oneself.
I was moved by myself.
I come from nothingness.
Like wind, like grass. ...
I'm trying to find the way forward.
Face the cruel reality
I was black and blue.
Once ambitious, once passionate.
once ...
In front of time, it has become nothingness.
I began to realize
Anyway, I am an ordinary person.
Each of us leads an ordinary life.
Ordinary life is wonderful because it is moved.
Ordinary life is enriched by emotion.
We are ordinary people.
Fortunately, we can all enjoy the ordinary touch!