Every year brings a gift, what is the gift in your memory?
Sitting quietly and watching other people's stories is like peering through the carved window lattice into a moving drama. In those plots of joys and sorrows, have you ever been surprised to realize that there are also hidden undercurrents in your own life? A late night with heavy rain, a meeting at a corner, or the darkest moment when you grit your teeth and persevere, all condensed into gripping chapters over the years. Are these fragments of life the carefully woven brocade of fate, the wrinkles left by youthful recklessness, or the prelude to the highlight moments in the future? Each of us is not only a spectator of other people's stories, but also writes in the long scroll of our own life, between watching and participating!
