Everyone was once a solitary sailing boat drifting on the deep blue sea, not knowing where they came from or where they are going back. On a calm sunny day, the breeze ripples lightly, and on a stormy night, Huang Huang is overwhelmed and resists in a corner.

Standing next to a street with constant traffic and traffic, watching the cars splashing on the road as they pass by, and watching the direction in which every hurried passerby is running, I often think, Do they all know whether the road they are going to take is going to their destination or a distant place? Maybe there will be someone at the other end of the road to pick up the wind and wash away the dust for them, wiping away the hard work and fatigue on the way. Maybe no one will know whether their journey is between the stars or the sea. They will walk all the roads slowly by themselves, and then they will be silently happy when they reach the end and continue to set off.

Have you ever asked yourself, there is a long road ahead, where is your return? Since life is short, why should we waste these few decades in ups and downs and mediocrity? I remember what Mr. Mu Xin said: The direction of the heart is just like the past; life is like a journey against the odds, sailing with a reed. Such simple and elegant sixteen words touched the softest part of many people's hearts, making their noses sore and tears filling their eyes. Doesn't it remind you of the confused and ignorant young man who made lofty expectations for himself and vowed to save the world? In the end, in the hustle and bustle of the world, in the prosperous city, and in the luxuriant society, everything is like a passing cloud, long forgotten. One night after a dream, you suddenly woke up and burst into tears, realizing that nothing could go back.

In the journey of life, you choose a clear pond with calm waves. During the day, I lay on the boat and looked up at the pond-sized sky above my head, watching the sunrise and sunset, and the clouds rolling and relaxing. At night, I look up at the stars dotted in the dark clouds, close my eyes and have a peaceful dream. The mountain wind blowing by my ears seemed to be humming a repetitive music gently. You are immersed in such tranquility and stability, as if you are stuck in a quagmire, and time will drag you slowly to compromise with the trivialities of life.

The years have given you the opportunity to ride the wind and waves in the storm, and find the silver light that cuts through the sky in the turbidity of the dark sky and the dark earth. If you don't want to be mediocre, and don't want to let the wind of time polish you into being like everyone else after many years, and lose yourself in the vast sea of ??people but still be like a drop in the ocean, then try your best to pursue it! Don't be afraid of being blocked by thousands of people, don't be anxious and surrender to yourself, just run forward with all your strength towards the most beautiful and splendid place, run forward without any distractions, run through the wilderness, run over the hills, you will find that you are enjoying yourself all the way. , everywhere you go is filled with clusters of flowers, irrigated by sweat.

Someone once asked me, what is the meaning of life? I can only tell her with only twenty years of life experience that life is short and days are long. Live every day without blind obedience or surrender. Do what you love most, listen to your favorite songs, and spend your time. In the best of things. The heart is like still water, never being happy with things or feeling sad with oneself. Use the most sincere heart to create, to pursue, to experience, to feel the vitality and breath of life, to fall down again and again and stand up again, then pat the dust on your body and continue walking into the distance.