When I was in primary school, I could hum the lyrics of the ending song of Journey to the West: Where is the way? The road is under your feet. I read what Dante said in junior high school: from

Lu Xun said that there was no road in the world, and more people walked, and it became a road. What matters is not which way you choose, whether someone has walked, but whether you are walking. Where is the road? The road is under your feet. Unconsciously, we are already on the road, whether confused, resentful or happy, the pace under our feet should always be firm and calm. There are many roads and many choices in the world. But more often, external forces push us to a certain road, with fog in front and a tight abyss behind, so we can only move forward. Some people walk in sunshine avenue, others trudge in the deep forest. There is no difference between the two roads in essence, but the scenery along the way is different. When the trekker crawls hard and complains, he doesn't know that the rambler is boring. People choose the road, but more often, the road chooses people. The road hides the joys and sorrows of the world between the roads. People walk along this tortuous or straight road, looking for a hiding place. There is only one way in my life.