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Naturally, I look forward to standing on the top of the mountains, smelling the sea breeze crossing the mountains, holding the wind and moon of the world under my sleeves, and peering into this sea of ​​people, free and proud. But things in the world are rarely perfect, and most people wish me a bright future. Only I know that the road ahead is long and unpredictable. At this age when I have nothing, I still have many things to do and many roads to go. I also often allow myself to be decadent and passionate occasionally. Life is like this, and my emotions are generally the same. My friend, maybe you and I have met each other while wandering, maybe you know the books I love to read, or understand the words I write, then we might as well relax a little, raise a fire in the cold snow, give you the warmth of late winter, and become the torch that lights up the way you told me about your journey here. Warm a pot of old wine, and you and I will have a good time over the wine. When the fire burns out, you will finally leave this harsh winter and go to the next sunny spring day. But I am stubborn by nature and want to stay among the blooming embers. When the last snow melts, my traces will disappear in this wilderness.