<h1>Ask what the world is</h1>
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What is the world?
It is the revival of young shoots in the morning dew
It is the butterfly flying among the flowers
It is the chirping of birds in the forest
It is the creeping of fallen leaves next to the roots
It is the loneliness under the oil-paper umbrella in rain lane
It was the cry of pain on the shoulder of the goddess peak lover
It is the pouring of the mountain water as it was
It is the love brotherhood of Taoyuan Jinlan
It is the input that I will seek up and down
It is the wind bone of the iron shoulder to bear the morality
It is the solemnity of the wedding on the execution ground
It is the rise and fall in the chest of the national flag
It is the footsteps of the return of the wise men and benevolent people
It is a root-seeking ancestor under the big locust tree
It is the heat of pouring into scientific and technological innovation
It is the simplicity of the development of civilization
It was the old house in the countryside
It is the humming attention in the mother's lullaby
It was rice harvested in my father's field
It is the favor of the wanderer who turns back three times in one step
It is the obsessive solitude of the fish in the empty cup
It is the brightly colored clothes that the Iron Boy dreams of
It is a convex and concave sacred wood that the carved knife swims out
It is the skill of the artist's men
It was the tears of a long-term reunion
It is the side-by-side acceleration of the pursuit of exploration
It is a silent confession of material support
It is a deep blessing from compatriots on both sides of the strait
Guo Huan: University lecturer, calligrapher, director of the Beijing Short Fiction Salon
Guo Huan presented calligraphy to Zhan Meiling, director of the editorial department of Taiwan's Art and Literature Forum