The thorns are luxuriant, and the white dew is still there; the so-called beauty is in the meadow of the water. Later, we understood that after passing through the years and watching the fleeting years, we realized that what was said in the poem was true. The right person will always swim upstream in the midst of thorns and mist, and find you alone at a high place. If there is you in front of me, I am willing to go against the current.