At that time, we were still young and thought that as long as we kept watching at the beach, we could see the mermaid swimming out of the water and looking back at us with a smile. We thought that as long as we wished devoutly to the shooting stars, all our little wishes would come true. We thought that as long as we planted a duck neck in the soil, a tree full of duck necks would grow. ． ． ． ． ．
At that time, we were still young, so young that we thought we would succeed as long as we worked hard.
Later, when we grew up, we discovered that we tried hard to contend with this and fight with that, but we got nothing except bruises all over our bodies. ． ． ． ． ．
However, there is still such a city, where you sit quietly in the sun and read a book, with my favorite Tieguanyin and Black Forest on the low table beside you. When I look at you from a distance, I can feel the sunshine alluring the city.