Time quickens the pace, and the hourglass never stops. Even if the road is full of thorns and winter is about to pass, how can we stop here?
Spring has come, dead trees have sprouted again, and lonely mountains have blossomed again. There is a path beyond the mountain.
I thought dreams were a beautiful pursuit, but now I have found them-just an expectation when I was a child. I hope I can really have my own dreams, but when I was wandering at the crossroads, I found my way blocked. When I was a child, I liked to lie in my mother's arms and tell her that I was going to grow up and recommend articles to you.