Life is a winding river, rushing forward carrying sand, sand and starlight. The cry of a baby is the first sound of the melting snow in spring, the splash of water when a boy is running carries the sweetness of orange soda, the silence of a middle-aged man is the pebbles rolling under the undercurrent, and the wrinkles in the corners of the old man's eyes contain the story of the entire river.
This river will eventually flow deep into the mist, but every wave is saying: This journey in the world is worth staggering to the end.
