Most of the time, we are full of appreciation and awe for life: in fact, we can see through the evil, suspicion, jealousy, despair, and abyss in the depths of human nature. However, no matter how poisoned, hurt, or beaten, when we look back, we can still see the warmth and goodness in life. The beauty deep in my heart trembles slightly, although it opens slowly and late, it is still affectionate and open. Some people say that you get old when you pick up a pen, and you get old when you write. The words are twilight and the heart is still young, how wonderful. But in my heart, there are eighty or ninety flowers blooming all the time.