Distant, like the blue of this life. Who feels the withering of spring and is full of enthusiasm for the deliberate drift of cold? This is life. Life is like the wind, an eternal metaphor, which needs to travel across mountains and rivers and wash away the gravel of time and space to find the true meaning of this metaphor; Life is like water, the source of running, the twists and turns that flow, will eventually run to the ocean; Life is like a poem, a realm of freehand brushwork. Measure the world with your heart and pour out your life with poetry.

Life in Zhang Chi seems to be a blooming season, which is refreshing: listening to Bandari's music, experiencing the beauty of life in the sunshine and looking for sunny days. With a unique sense of music, he created a melody that mobilized people, picked up the crisp birdsong in the forest and the gurgling sound of running water by the river ... and then fused them together, releasing the natural tranquility and the liberation of life, washing the dirty soul in the noise, calling for the soul at the end of life, and warming the frozen flower of life. I can't help but be moved by those greetings, beautiful and smooth, and gratified by those smiling faces. Skilled fingers play the triumph of life and nature between black and white on the piano. Listen, the story of nature tells the story of cherishing life, which is the inspiration of nature to mankind.

I recommend it carefully.