Fate is like a big hole that swallows you and me, but spits you and me out again. The rain that fell that day on Xiaoman was thin and slanting, very much like Guyu, but it was not Guyu after all. True and false, false and false, false and true, cannot be distinguished clearly, and the way is unknown. But no matter what, it still started to rain lightly that day.
Intention: Nothing is smooth sailing, there will be ups and downs, joys and sorrows. I don't expect that all my efforts will be rewarded. I only hope that what I put in can make me feel at ease. There is never a matter of being worthy or unworthy, only whether you are sincere and the outcome is good or bad.