On the journey of life, we rush to the key points. The teacher said: If you are slower than others, you will lose! Parents say: The competition in society is so fierce, you must be faster than others! So we moved forward faster and faster, despising the slow progress of the snail.

So, what is the use of fast? Run faster towards the illusory end? Then look at the snail running slowly in the distance?

We are constantly running, "like a perpetual motion machine that can never stop once started" towards an end point that we don't even know what it is. Until I realize that the end point is just an illusion, and the real focus is actually the scenery along the way. When we recall, we realize that our "journey" is just an illusory line - there is no scenery along the way, only the shadow of the end point in the distance.

We work hard and struggle to be fast, and then get tired and give up. We are surrounded by the tired expressions of runners. If someone is in front, we will remember the warnings of teachers and parents, and then try our best to copy them. Some people surpassed me, so I tried my best to stop him.

We complained about the weight of the packages and the inconvenience of the "cross." What about snails? But it quietly appreciates it, with the optimism of traveling with the house.

The poet said it well: A snail chasing a train has its future. It is admiring.