Ordinary people sound ordinary like weeds on the roadside, and will not notice its prosperity or decline.
Road grass is such a weed.
Ordinary families have paranoid hopes, hoping that their children will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes. This is an insurmountable five-finger mountain.
She once spread her wings and soared in the blue sky, drawing eye-catching arcs.
She once grew and bloomed in the vigorous wild grass, making herself upright and happy.
But the animal trainer used candy and whip to wear away the wildness, and the gardener used scissors to cut off the blooming buds...
In the end, she disappeared into the vastness.
Who has ever seen my former glory?
No one knows.
Intention: Believe in yourself and recognize your own value.