I am a leaf, trying my best to break away from the soil, holding the treetops tightly, and came to the world I have always dreamed of.

But before I could see what was so fascinating in the world, I wanted to fall to the earth and turn into dust.

Many years ago, when I was still full of childish breath, I set an ambitious goal: I want to leave this small world and go to the real big world! What makes me so persistent? The reason is very simple: the outside world seen on TV is too gorgeous. The delicacies of mountains and seas, famous brand shoes and bags, and cool fashion are all enough to make my eyes pop out of my eyes. The place where I live, simple food and shabby clothes, is so plain that it can't be more plain. And I, who is always eager to win, certainly won't be willing to live in front of me. I would rather stumble and suffer, but also live a life like that on TV. However, who can guess that even if you live that life and your material needs are met, you are not happy, but very tired, tired to numb, tired to collapse.

The temptation of the big world to me, together with the yearning and pursuit in my heart, finally impelled me to step out of the small world of my original life. I breathed the dream crazily on the way, and ran desperately, thinking that if I stepped out of there, I would reach the dream place if I ran a few more steps. But that's not the case. After running for so long, I found that I didn't even finish one tenth of the whole journey. The road was crowded with people. Thousands of voices buried me and made me lose consciousness. Gradually, I found my willpower began to decline, and began to doubt whether the step I had taken was correct. Because the process of realizing dreams can be compared to climbing to the sky, and the end point seems to be near at hand, but it is far away. In front of me, I was confused, and the dream life flickered in front of me. What's going on here? In the torrent of dreams, they are washed beyond recognition.

Like a wanderer, wandering outside, nobody cares. I feel I can't stand it anymore

People always feel homesick when they are most helpless and exhausted, and I am no exception. At this moment, my mind is full of home, and it is all those days of simple food and ordinary life. There is no competition, there is no indifference, there is only warmth that will never disappear. Only then did I find that I had been looking for material satisfaction, but I ignored the importance of spiritual peace.

Go home, after all, I have been away for so long, but I still haven't got what I deserve. Have a rest. After you get enough strength at home, start again.

Fallen leaves want to return to their roots, because they have to wait for the next opportunity to amaze the world.