We humans are like dandelions, blown gently by the wind. Some are scattered on fertile soil, enjoying the nourishment of the earth; some are scattered on beautiful scenic spots, enjoying the beautiful environment; some are scattered on barren places, struggling hard, either stubbornly surviving, or helplessly waiting to die. Yang Daliang, a man born in poverty, fought against fate and made a perfect mark in his life. The moment he closed his eyes, two drops of clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and his lips turned up slightly - he passed away with satisfaction.
Those who were not born in Rome will either drift with the crowd and live a life of mediocrity; or they will die without any regrets! People live a lifetime, always
What must be done, even if it is a very small thing!
