First, home is the harbor where the soul stops after experiencing the hardships of the world. After struggling and being exhausted in the ocean of life, I returned to my home, and in the silent caring eyes of my family, I repaired my riddled spiritual boat. This small port is very calm, there is no excitement, no enchanting songs and dances, only warmth, only tranquility.

Second, the immortal heroic dream in a tired life.

Third, at this moment, I found my inner exhaustion. Everyone is an island in a sea of people. When flowers bloom, forget the past. Flowers bloom and fall, just like a grand performance. In fact, I am lonely, although the person I love is close at hand, although my life seems perfect. I tried to tear off other people's masks, but I forgot to look at myself. On my face, I can't tell which is real and which is the mask left by the bustling world.

Fourth, the less things you care about, the more happiness you have. Life is a trek. It takes a long time to know sadness, hardship, tenacity and desire. The road ahead, despite the distance and bumps, is still a pace, a pursuit and a direction.