People always move forward driven by time, just like the wheels of history always roll over the past, carrying different stories forward. The wind blows, rain falls, autumn leaves fall, winter snows, and the four seasons obviously change and overlap. It forms the most insignificant and subtle music in the ups and downs of life. Everyone is an independent individual, and they are also fine grains of sand in the wheel, moving forward in the wind, rain and mud, and wandering on cold winter nights. What is the perfect happiness we pursue in this life? What is the true meaning of life. Happiness seems to have become the most insignificant little thing, and it is also the big thing that ordinary people must pursue in life. Birth, old age and illness have become some set procedures. Is it driven by destiny or is it determined by man? Everything is impossible to examine. It has been crushed by wheels and turned into deep ravines, which grow in people's hearts and wrinkles. As time changes, they are forgotten and no longer mentioned. Everything seems to be blown away by a gust of wind, blowing away the past, blowing away the years, and dissipating in the birch forest in memory.
Intention: Destiny is the best arrangement for everything