Talking about life ice heart, I don't dare to say what life is, I can only say something like. Life is like a river spring water in the east, he has originated from the highest place, and Ice is his predecessor. He gathered a lot of thin flow, synthesizing a powerful Hong Tao, looking down, he twisted through the cliff cliff, flipped the sand, and rolled the sand, happy and brave, All the way he enjoys everything he encountered; sometimes he encountered the front block of the rock, he was angry, roaring, rushing back, the front wave of the waves, until he passed, down this crowd He is calm and diarrhea. Sometimes he passed the fine sand, obliquely, saw the red peach blossom of the chopped shore, he was happy and shame, quiet, low singing, gently spent this paragraph Romantic itinerary. Sometimes he encountered a storm, this excitement, this rapidly, made his soul, the blast blows him, the heavy rain hits him, he is temporarily turbid, disturbing, and rain is a lot of heavens The power of freshmen. Sometimes he met the sunset and the new moon, shining to him, brought some faint warmth to him: At this time, he only want to have a rest, just want to sleep, and the power of the stock, still urgent him Go on. . . . . . Finally, one day, he watched the sea, huh! He has reached the end of the itinerary, this sea, makes him, so that he bowed, how vowably, how great! How bright, how dark is! The solemn extension of the sea to attract him, he infused into her arms. He has melted, returned, not happy, no sorrow! Maybe one day, he raised from the sea of sea, flying to the west, then formed a river, then slammed the stone wall of both sides, and then looking for the peach blossom. . . . . . .
