I often feel that the growth of Chinese teenagers is a lonely journey. We were walking quickly on a foggy road. My hometown feels like a foreign land, and everything around me seems familiar yet completely different. The lights flicker on and off, the climate is unpredictable, there are no road signs, no compass, and no clear sense of direction. Time and time again, we are stuck at the crossroads of life. With the honking of horns one after another and the traffic lights without rules, we are anxious, helpless, and expectant, and we decide what is right and what is wrong based on our own thoughts. Many times, before we can clearly see the road under our feet, we are pulled onto the train called era. It tells us in an overwhelming voice that there is no need to identify, there is no way to turn back, we can only bear it.
My hometown is also a foreign land, and you and I are both wanderers.
In the whirlpool of the great era, there are Xiao Bin who is engaged in politics, Yu Lei who is doing business, and Ning Zhi who is in the study. Are there reflections of you and me in them?