Original prose poem - The Song of Water
A passion brewing among the white clouds in the distance flows gurglingly. The green mountains cannot cover the cry of life's original water. A sword energy shook off the cliff, and when he first tried his skills, it knocked down the Milky Way nine days away. The brave man breaks through the siege, and his mood is suddenly enlightened.
The rainbow rises and becomes even more beautiful after the storm. The stream is flying down, the years are passing by, and the spring water of the river flows eastward. The fishing net with eyes full of confusion cannot catch a decent past event. Water goes its own way, becomes lonely because of its efforts, and is fragrant because of its coldness.
Singing all the way, sunshine all the way, washing away all the beauty, sometimes riding the wind and waves, hanging sails directly across the sea.
Whose life is as tender as water, as magnificent as water, as clear as water, and as real as water