Life is beautiful and fragile; Peace is appropriate and far away. When life and peace are powerlessly tossing around in the civilized era, I can only do my meager power to roar up to the sky and send out the most primitive cry: love life and travel safely. Life is beautiful, beautiful serenity, beautiful elegance and publicity. On a sunny morning, life is a river with dew, bright red is better than fire; In the wilderness where the spring breeze blows, life is lush grass, green as blue; In th...