Over the years, in order to realize such a fulfilling life, I have intermittently dreamed some expensive and distant dreams, intermittently written words that are not words, been intermittently interrupted by the regrets of life, fell to the bottom, and refused any rescue, slowly groped my way up and continued walking. This youth is no different from any youth in the world - the joys and sorrows of life and death in the years, just like wild flowers, burn on the vast road of life, decorating the dreams of passers-by.
