There are many beauties in the country, and the beauties are like flowers. There are bandits and gentlemen who burn their flowers. No matter how high the temple is or how far the rivers and lakes are, there are always people who buck the trend and move forward generously following the truth in their hearts. "Although we seem to have a lot of choices, most of them are just looks. Sometimes we still like to have no choice but to be pushed forward. No matter good or bad, at least we know which way to go." Demining: I write slowly, and I write even more slowly.
Intention: Make every choice well