The Price of Madness

Chen Yongjiang / Endless symbols all day long, telling the tired body, the heart is like crying blood, and sorrow comes from it. The zeroed plane tree trembled with wind and rain, and the mournful birds tore through the long sleeping night sky. I was afraid that the thunder and lightning wind were crying; I was afraid of where the lonely moon was going; I was afraid of the wilderness of this world without cooking smoke; I was afraid that the hour would be too late. Therefore, the day and night work and rest day and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter do not ask about cold and warm. Fatigue and illness do not care about life or death, and exhaustion does not know the destiny. Life is like this, how can I say, its heart is praiseworthy, and its voice is also mournful. Wen Tao wrote on June 26, 2021