"I often imagine myself running in an empty field. Only at that moment does the world truly belong to me."
"I hope I can become a traveler, looking at the mountains and rivers and also seeing the waste of time in the world."
The sky is vast and the earth is vast, and the world is full of joy and anger.
I stood on the top of the mountain and shouted wantonly, shouting out my loud seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Let's go to northern Anhui together, just you and me. Just like Che Guevara traveled through South America, we will go all the way north."
"I'll follow you."
In fact, it's not about following, it's about protecting.
The tiny stars in the sky and the crackling sparks beside the campfire make up this world. We think, defend, and solve, but we should also see, touch, and truly understand what blood and ice and snow are.
The meaning of life is not only about contribution. You see the blooming of a flower, the joyful colors of the baby falling to the ground, the empty nester eating New Year's Eve dinner alone, the drunken man and the girl in a short skirt; you smell the buns steamed by your mother, the soil after the rain, the stench next to the trash can, the precious perfume on the urban beauty... These constitute your life, and the meaning of life is exactly reflected.
Youth is limited, but love and devotion are infinite.
I'm afraid of the unknown, I hate the pressure that I can't get rid of, sometimes I'm cowardly, sometimes I'm brave.
So I broke through the shackles and let them take a good look at me - my heart was as high as the sky and I was high-spirited.
(The author is a chatterbox + can't speak. I wrote a lot of copywriting and I don't know what I wrote, but I will try my best)
Concept: Love has nothing to do with gender