One Leaf Knows Autumn and Makes My Heart Flow

Suddenly, I turned thirty and was unwilling to accept the mediocre working life. I asked myself, what else do I pursue? So many dreams and hobbies that I once had seem to have disappeared as I walked, leaving me standing empty and empty. Should I start again or continue to hide? If you can't hide, face it. You might as well listen to the voice in your heart: You are only thirty when you are thirty. The life of writing has just begun. Pay tribute and set off!