First: In the endless pursuit, you will have one coincidence and one accident after another, and there will be one accident and one miss. The realistic city is like the scenery in the fog, vaguely emitting melancholy beauty and carrying dreams without commitment. The most eternal happiness in the world is ordinary, and the longest possession in life is cherish. The growth of every big tree must accept the sunshine and endure the wind and rain.

Second: go with the flow, not with the flow. No fantasy, no expectation, just like a bird with wings tied. Too many fantasies, too high expectations, like birds flying everywhere. I have never seen the grassland, and I don't know how thick it is. I have never seen the white clouds on the grassland, and I don't know what ethereal purity is. Face the sun, so you can't see the shadow.

Third: love does not need to be grasped deliberately. The more you want to grasp your love, the easier it is to lose yourself, the principle of things, and the tolerance that should be maintained between each other. Therefore, love will become a form without beauty. Love is like a handful of sand. The tighter you hold on, the more it loses.