Look at the noise of the world with cold and distant eyes, and see that many people have come to my life and left, so I learned to wander. When many people pay attention to me, they may have it or lose it. I wanted you to listen to my heartbeat and make you happy. But I find your eyes confused, and you don't understand my heartbeat! I became my best listener-I finally understand that listening to my heartbeat is a kind of happiness. If the memory of my life can be transplanted, if I give the happiness of the old people to my children, they can know how the mountain stands as a kind of dignity and how the water drops into a vein of wisdom without wind and rain. Is it okay? I can fantasize while listening. I fantasize about growing into a pine tree and standing in the towering mountains. I know that standing is a kind of dignity, tolerance and accomplishment. I can mature by listening. Only in maturity can I know the true colors of the rainbow after the storm. Life is ancient, but my main memory is very young. The land is ancient, but the wind is young every day, and youth is precious. Listen to your heartbeat, enrich your memory, and warm your right hand with your left hand. Walk through the season when the west wind withers and the trees are green, and walk through the pass that is haggard for Iraq until the happiness of children turns into the happiness of the elderly. I will suddenly find that life is so complete. Try to listen to my heartbeat. Listen to its different voices in different landscapes-because even if people's memories can be transplanted, a complete life of their own can't. Only by listening attentively, listening to their heartbeat and listening to the feelings it brings, will I say: I am healthy and healthy people are happy. Therefore, listening to their heartbeat is a kind of happiness and joy.