I often wonder why my world is different from the one I imagined before. It is full of quagmire, full of desire for money and fraud. What would it be like if I stayed at home. Will I spend the first half of my life safely under the protection of my parents, and then educate my son to live like me?
Everyone will feel confused at the crossroads of life, moving forward? Back off? But no matter how you choose, you have to go on.
Living in filth, can you still smell the fragrance of flowers?
Maybe you only click here occasionally, but I hope you can seriously accompany me on this journey.