Walking on the damp tree-lined road
To drive away the gloom of the sky and think about the path to take in life
The declining rural road is desolate and barren
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The flat urban road is lush and mysterious
And the road of struggle is on swamps and cliffs
I often lower my head
>Listen to your own breathing and the squelch of your feet in the mud
Touch the hard and cold rock
Plug at the moss and mend the dark gaps with the needlework of the sun< /p>
Exploring the mystery of the survival of those tiny lives
I touched some flowers and fruits on the low field edges
But my body was covered with scars and withered Cells
Just like the sad clouds in the sky and the lonely fallen leaves on the ground at this moment
And of course, there are also the beautiful and melodious sounds of birds
All of these have become me Unforgettable beautiful memories
I am always grateful to my parents for giving me a strong personality
I am always grateful to nature for giving me the alternation of day and night
Let the tiredness of the day disappear in the night
When the sun rises in the morning, new hope is rekindled
These powers can allow me to gain the future again