Who knows the title of this article written by Zhang Xiaofeng?

The title of the article is The Taste of Life.

1. Zhang Xiaofeng, born in Jinhua, Zhejiang Province in 1941, is a native of Tongshan, Jiangsu, and is a famous essayist in Taiwan, China. He graduated from Soochow University in Taiwan, where he has taught and taught at Hong Kong Baptist College, and is currently a professor at Yang Ming Medical College, Taiwan.

As a candidate of the People First Party, he was elected as a member of the 8th "Legislature" of the Taiwan region (not a "legislator").

3. Zhang Xiaofeng went to Taiwan, China with his mother at the age of 8, studied at Beiyi Girls' High School and Pingtung Girls' High School, and finally graduated from Soochow University, and taught at Soochow University and Hong Kong Baptist College. At the age of 36, he was promoted by the critics in Taiwan as one of the "Top Ten Contemporary Essayists". Yang Ming University has been teaching at the university since its inception and served as a professor at the university's General Education Center until his retirement in 2006.

4. Zhang Xiaofeng has created many different genres such as prose, new poems, **, dramas, essays, etc., and is most famous for his prose. Her famous work "The End of the Carpet" depicts the joy of pre-marriage, and the emotions are delicate and moving, but her achievements do not stop there. Her subsequent works have continued to develop and break through in terms of content and technique, from describing the trivial matters of life to gradually expressing the feelings of the family and the country and the social world, integrating philosophy and constantly exploring.

His main works include "White Handkerchief", "Red Handkerchief", "Spring Nostalgia", "The Other End of the Carpet", "Homesick Stone" and "I Like It".

Spring is like a cut in the east wind of the northern country, carrying the yellow sand all over the sky, blowing through the thin spring clothes of the girls, blowing up the frozen earth.

Spring is on the thawing river, and the large and small ice cubes like snowy ridges begin to flow with the river, making a gurgling sound.

Spring on the branches of every peach and plum, the tenderness of the buds that bloom from the frozen snow, is the most shocking spring news that people want to visit. Spring is on the sea in April, the sea is as green as blue, carrying the young heart that is seeking from afar. The sea breeze blows the girl's skirt and the boy's skirt, telling every spring of ancient times, recording the life that fills the universe, starts from the flood and rushes to the infinite and solemn.

Spring is in the letterhead of a lover who never looks back. He said, "Let us be together, and it will always be spring."

So, they were together on a short note. There was his dark hair, her bright eyes. The April days on the letterhead are so faithful to retain the young spring, the eternal "flowers are like embroidery, and the grass is like grass".

Spring in the fields of the ageless north; Spring is in the green hills; Spring is in the sound of rain; Spring in Kenting. Spring is in the letter of the teacher in the mountains who "the road is far away and the mountains are not afraid of the cold, and it seems to be hiding in the spring". Every month of wax, she preemptively reported the spring news, attached three or two plum blossoms in the envelope, and said:

Do you know? The whole valley is filled with the fragrance of plum from morning to night. I hope you can get rid of the red dust for a few days and come to the mountains to share this spring, plum blossoms and peach blossoms are waiting for you.

Spring is in the album of a distant friend. He took a picture of the daffodils and said, "Have you seen them?" It is the narcissus that reports the joy of spring to this kingdom. Everything is open here, and even the narcissus doesn't have to be subtle. ”

Spring on the smiling face of a baby showing baby teeth. It reminds you of the two new leaves that came out of the ground at some point in the garden, and innocently exclaimed: "There are only promises and goodwill in this world." ”

Spring is in the wrinkles of the old peasant. After seeing the wind, frost, rain and snow of his life, he still believes that after the great cold, it is the beginning of spring; After the rain, it is a sting.