When we are still lamenting the ruthlessness of time, we have stood at the end of the year. The rut of time runs on its track so fast that when we are still wandering, it has drifted away, leaving only a deep rut and only a gray sigh. Although I have always wanted to take time to play this year, I hope it will all be ruined. Nevertheless, I lived a full life. It is another bumper year, and we have also gained too many unforgettable things. We know the responsibility from persistence and expectation. In this snowy winter, we have gained rare freedom and joy.