Maybe the love in this world cannot be explained. It is like the mist on the top of the mountain. If you reach out and touch it, you can feel the moistness and delicacy, which brings peace of mind and tranquility, but it is easily disturbed by the wind. Sometimes I want to look through it to see the scenery behind it, but I am worried that what is hidden behind the mist is still fog or a hideous cliff. But fortunately, no matter how ordinary people are, they should have been nourished by love. Although it is different, it may not be a mist but a drizzle, or even a storm.
Concept: People are like fish swimming upstream. Small fishes cannot change whether the water is fast or slow. All they can do is wag their tails to change the river course, or immerse themselves in asceticism. Small fish, big fish, carnivorous, omnivorous, all kinds of strange fish are swimming. There are slow currents and rapids, puddles and puddles. No fish will truly resist everything in the current (including itself). The differences in the environment itself and the environment result in different destinations for each fish. Things outside the water flow affect the water flow, and the water flow affects the fish, and the fish affect each other. All of this has created too many constraints and considerations in the world. Everyone is waiting hard, and maybe they just need a sentence: No matter what you do, I will always support you.