This is a short mountain road that I have walked. This road only occupies a small part of my life, but it is long enough to closely connect me with the mountain.
Just like the tea we secretly drank in the principal's office that day, it was bitter at first and then sweet afterward.
This memory reminds me in many silent nights in the long years that I have been softly illuminated by a ray of morning light.
Purpose: I would like to pay tribute to "them" in my writings with this article.