Listen to the feeling of prose poems written by Xu Fei's father. Never feel more and more aging, even to the so-called middle age, but feel more and more handsome, like today to see a few months ago their own, so thin, even a few days ago, yesterday, so thin, so yesterday, so who you were yesterday, very bad, or very good, it does not matter, today is important. Today is tomorrow, and tomorrow naturally needs to be created today. Living today, but also with nostalgia for childhood, parallel. Forward, heavy and slow, light and brisk, are all life.