What is life? It - sprinkled in the spring rain in the spring rain, soaking in the colorful summer, in the colorful autumn, it is in a soft and speechless winter snow; it - it is composed in the old man's smile, hidden in the child In the playful, the raging is in the beautiful hope of the young, rippling in the sincere blessings of the beautiful people. What is life? Is it joy? Is it tears? Still comprehension? Oh. These are all the feelings of the soul.
