The Wind Blows Without Knowing Where It Rises

Life is unsatisfactory, nine times out of ten. No one knows where it came from and where it will end. We are like the catkins that rise in the wind but don't know why they fall. The journey of life is like that paper boat flowing down the river. Once it sets off, there is no possibility of turning back. After bumping and bumping, you will only know where the end point is when you arrive. The great enlightenment I gained with half my life, if I look back, I will die... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.