四月芳菲,亦如倒影,亦如梦境。一个人,要认识多久,才可以说懂得;一条路,要走多远,才可以抵达生命的彼岸?那些怒放的鲜花与枯瑟的野草,是孤独的季节之旅,还是生死轮回的不离不弃?这个世界,要经历多少风雨,才能领悟每一粒沙与上帝之心的距离?每天醒来,人世依旧扰攘不曾沧海桑田,有多少写作者提笔写下愤 April Fang Fei, also like reflection, is also like a dream. How long can a man know how long it can be understood? How far can it take for a road to reach the other side of life? Are the blooming flowers and the weeds of the weeds season alone or a journey of life or death? Abandon this world, how much wind and rain to go through, in order to comprehend the distance between each grain of sand and the heart of God? Wake up every day, the world still disturbing the endless tragedy, how many writers to write down anger