Open the window, the night is solemn, and it is so quiet that you can only hear the whistling sea breeze blowing through your ears. The water of Nandu River is still flowing, and life in the past few years is like that rolling torrent.
The dream of Xinjiang was shattered, and it felt like a world away. All of a sudden, I lost my purpose. I had no focus in life and I didn't know where to go. During the luxurious trip to Shenzhen, I found that I still have too many things to explore and understand. Returning to Haikou, the place where my dream began, I touched the outline of my memory, and the vows I made back then were still vivid in my mind. But three years later, facing the sea, I have lost all my pride, and the sunset made me tremble. Everything seemed to be back to the starting point. I am still that ignorant child.
I don't want to make the same mistakes again, and I deliberately try to change, struggle, and make progress, but I can't find the feeling of determination, and my consciousness is scattered and I have random thoughts. When you feel homesick, you know something is wrong with your life...