This life is destined to be human in the crowd
Dedicate your body to the distant and to life and death
So I quieted myself
Listen to the pulse and approach the abyss one at a time
The blood in the heart returned from the veins
And so the cycle repeats
The splendor in the distance was falling
Begonias like mountain streams
Opened and thanked
![Chen Xinyuan's Poetry Collection (Volume 5)[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)