Repeat one thing, route, thinking and work every day. I am always unaware of it in repetition, and there is neither content nor sentiment, leaving only the days like boiled water. What will that mean? It's not that I don't work hard, but I'm afraid I don't know what I'm trying for. Without direction, there is no motivation. When you are young, you can't know who you are now, and now you can't predict who you will be in the future. After vicissitudes of life, I still don't change my heart. Sometimes I always choose to forgive myself in confusion, hesitation and cowardice. I just want to let go of my baggage and go further and more easily, instead of giving myself a reason to linger or continue to make mistakes. Sometimes poetry and distance are not what people expect, but that means having the courage and confidence to change their way of life. Otherwise, you can only spend extra time in boredom and live a disciplined and uncreative life through experience. Without the height of roots, it is basically a show, because it can't stand scrutiny. Like leaves on the roof, the wind blows away and disappears. There is a kind of highly rooted in the heart that cannot be removed and polished. Because there is upward power, it can only be higher, not capped.