There are always too many uncertainties in life, perhaps the scenery is sad, perhaps the confusion of life, crossing the plain and misty rain, crossing the mountains and rivers, and finally finding that it is the case.
? This sentence comes from Song of the Dust written by a young writer in the seventh year of Viola. "Every heart is willing to follow the past. Life is like a trip, and a reed is sailing."
Many times, I always feel that there is plenty of time, so the waiting life has passed in a hurry.