In the late winter of 1982, I was born in an ordinary village. Ever since I was learning to speak, I have been running around in the fields with my parents, and my young hands have been able to skillfully pick up the scattered grains. Although life is like the tangled old elm tree at the head of the village, full of traces of time, whenever I see my parents working hard on the barren land, a warm current surges in my heart, and I secretly vow to become a strong pillar of this family.
Intention: Set a bottom line. If you reach it, you must stop. Rational control cannot be indulged in, it can only be used as the spice of life.