I'm walking on the road. I walk on the city's main road. I saw the street trees on both sides standing tall and straight, staring at the coming and going vehicles against a head of sparse hair. I saw countless cars running like ants. I also saw the flat asphalt road, the traffic lights of abiding by the position, and the sky was hazy, broad and single.
I jumped on the country road. Needless to say, blue sky, white clouds, cool breeze; Needless to say, the fluffy and chubby bees are buzzing and the butterflies are dancing; The swaying rape flower alone has golden pollen, green broad leaves and tender stems that can pinch out juice. Climb on the mountain path.
Steep rocks with different shapes blocked my way, creeping vegetation caught me, and small pieces of dirt got into my shoes. The lush trees on my head block the sun, but I still climb. No matter the journey is monotonous, beautiful or rugged; At the end of the pipeline, whether it is a crossroad, a flower field or a cliff, I have to go down without hesitation.
Maybe I know that the mountain road is more rugged and the road is more flat, but because of the challenge of the mountain road, I will still resolutely choose the mountain road. As long as you choose one of the paths, even if you expect a bad outcome, you should also go ahead with perseverance; The ending is wonderful, but we can't lose our way. This is the way of life.