Everyone Is on the Road, No One Takes the Same Path

All surnames are bustling, and they are all on the way. Some carry a bag and drag their clothes in the morning light, some ride a horse and drive in the dusk, some work at night with a lantern on their hands, or go fishing in the Mekong River. If you look at the outside, you will see that they are walking on the same track and tending to the same direction; if you look at the inside, you will see that the direction of the heart and the direction of the steps are probably the same. Under the ancient city wall, an old man sips tea and listens to music, scanning codes with his fingers to pay; between the thoroughfares and wide roads, iron dragons pass through the ground, and drones fly in the clouds. The depression of three thousand years and the new light of tomorrow overlap without contradicting each other. It's as big as the Great Wall, like the spring tide, and it's so vast that it takes your breath away; but it's as small as the smoke from alleys and barbecues in the middle of the night, which is warm enough to touch your breasts. Most people in the world pretend to be "following the crowd", but they have their own plans in mind. Classmates read together, one wants to fly, one wants to stop, and one just wants to live up to Chun Xuan's expectations. Same journey but different dreams, this is what we call it. They behave according to the rules in appearance, but in their bones they are all sharp. He hides his loneliness with "everyone is like this" and hides his determination with "no choice". It is a tacit understanding between adults without saying anything. Its people are kind-hearted on the outside but stoic on the inside. It has gone through thousands of tribulations and it has not ended, not because of the emergence of heroes in large numbers, but because of the gritted teeth of every man and woman. Therefore it is said: We are always on the move, each in his own way. This is the state in which the country and the people exist in the world.