I will go wherever I want to go. Life is like a hotel, just sail with a reed leaf. Those beauties, like the beautiful scenery on earth in April, are still warm in my heart, and all the sadness and pain are not unbearable. Peach blossoms bloom in March, and songs are loud in April. Tomorrow is the end of the world.
This sentence comes from the song of dust written by the modern writer viola for seven years. Every heart is willing to follow the past, life is like a trip, a reed is sailing. Interpretation, go wherever you want, even if you wear simple sandals. Life is like a retrograde journey, even a small boat has to sail forward.
The book Song of Dust is divided into three parts: travel notes, essays and novels. It contains the fine prose published in the later period of Viola 7, the latest wonderful travel notes and the novella Song of Dust. The book is accompanied by original travel photography illustrations by the author.