Limit to 500 words. I think I will never learn to solve all this with a fierce attitude like Han Yu. I am timid and afraid of things. I am like a snail. Although the house on my back is not enough to withstand the wind and rain, I am still used to hiding in when I encounter difficulties, because I no longer have those wings that allow me to have a choice... Memory is like a poisonous thorn. Until that day, Han Yu made me understand that instead of keeping these things only to miss me, it is better to burn them with fire... Until they are destroyed.