The love of brothers and sisters and the love of parents will gradually accumulate as time goes by. Some will become shackles that bind us, and some will help us climb to higher places. Regardless of whether we are close or distant, when they gradually leave us, how will the new round of stories be written?
One day, eagles will soar in the sky, big fish will swim in the deep sea, and the wind will blow, and the passionate songs of those truly unyielding warriors will be faintly heard.
Intention: No matter what the road ahead is, just keep going straight.