Diary for My Daughter

The river of time. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years... Life is boring and boring. Don't rush to the sea, just like a river that never stops. The sea is beautiful. Because the sea is like the source. But Xiang is not. People are cut off. Like a cut off river. Almost everyone's life is cut off at some point, forced to change direction, and gradually lose contact with the source, and eventually forget. Can't remember. Objectively speaking, there is no place in this world that no one can go to. Anyone can reach it no matter how far away they are as long as they work hard. But if I say: Go back to your heart. What to do? They are too close to each other, there is no distance, and they cannot start. It's as if you are one, indistinguishable from each other. But actually it's not. Just like between the sea and the source, although they are both water, they are different waters. The distance in knowledge is so far that sometimes even light years cannot be measured. For example, the moment you meet someone, do you know whether you can become friends? Or simply impossible. The same goes for books and people.