Time pays off, an inspirational article for people on the road.

In the summer I remember, the light and shadow crisscrossed on the boulevard, and there were always a few birds whispering quietly, adding a surprise to a dull and calm moment.

That year, at the age of eighteen, I always looked forward to wandering with the loneliness and longing of youth, watching the ants in the blue grass in the dusk, slowly blowing the foggy years in the cool wind, listening to the distant bells, tragic and desolate. However, I have never been lucky in glorious days. 18 years, all the disappointments have gathered together at one time, slowly listening to the story of 1001 nights and laughing at the vicissitudes of life.

After that, in every bundle of leisurely trivialities, I read quietly, looking for the warmth and perfection of the old days, remembering, writing and describing the rings, thinking only of acacia, and not complaining about the return date. I happened to see the toys in the window, and slowly saved money in the following time, hoping to get a hug, only to find that someone else had bought them. You can only lose your thoughts and toys, and your stories and youth will be fired. So I planted a seed in my heart, so slim, so tiny, so pure. It took root there, but no one knew it. At that time, I paid attention to the seeds of hope sown by wings and made loyal hopes. I only hope that the world will be fine, that our hopes will come true, and that we can fly away calmly.

Colorful neon lights change the night when the city is addicted to money. How many people flatter the belief that there is a drunken dream today, no matter today or in the future, they bump into the sound of broken hope in pushing a cup for a change, release the most primitive wildness in the roar of heartbreaking, and still drag the tired skin around the living room, like a walking corpse after a drunken dream.

I can't help the corrosion of fleeting time, which makes a young man engrave the despair of vicissitudes. I'm trying to find the benefits of growing up, but it was an unpretentious June funeral. At the beginning of the lights, the glory of the night followed, and people were crowded and busy. Men, women and men have also started their own lives, which are endless and rhythmic. Plug in headphones, put on melodies they can understand, but walk quietly in this rich scene, which seems so out of place. Stand on the street, step forward, walk past lively shops, cool shops, crowded markets, roads where people and cars are depressed, parks where couples snuggle up, unpopular squares, pale street lamps, colorful neon lights, sparkling river bridges and corners of unpalatable ditches.

I really like what Bi Shumin said, "Time has given me hardships, and it has also given me sobriety and composure. I don't believe in fate, I only believe in my own hands. I don't believe in the lines of the palm, but I believe in the power of the palm plus the fingers. " I always believe that: starlight rewards those who care, and light rewards those who travel. One day, we will cross the sea of people and look up at the stars. We are all far away.