As time goes by, how much history has sunk into the river embankments, wandering around in the mud.
Love and hatred have been lingering for eternity, and how many loves and hates have been forgotten in the desolation, silently on the green steps.
Who still remembers the unknown working people who traveled through ancient history? Who still remembers the soldiers who fought on the battlefield and defended the country with blood? Even if they reached the rank of Sangong, how many of them have left their names in history. That's all.
Famous people throughout the ages are all human beings, blessed by destiny. Except for those few and three, in the end, they only come once in vain.
Throughout the ages, all races have changed, and they are all the same as the seed of life. Except for those races in twos and threes, they will only survive in the end and disappear from the world.
Will you be unwilling to do so? Even if it was just a random thought. Not willing to live such a mediocre life, I yearn for the day when my horse will be free and I will be happy with my grudges. But as time goes by, you gradually grow up, and too many people say no to you. Then, in order to adapt to this ugly reality, your thoughts are buried, and you end up living the way you least want to see!
Although I am obsessed with the present, there is always a seed in my heart, yearning for something extraordinary.
Maybe it will be buried in the heart until it dies, but when the light of hope appears, it is also the time when it takes root, sprouts and grows.
Let us see what kind of hope ordinary people will bring when the extraordinary comes.
Intention: hope