The passage of time marks that I have grown up slowly and learned that time is precious and the road of life is not simple.

The road of life is like sailing on the sea, while the ideal is like a sailboat on the sea level. It will take you to every corner of the world, depending on how far you are a sailor's heart and dream.

My ideal is very simple. I want to be a writer and can use my own hands to describe other people's stories; Use your own simple words to compose others' seemingly ordinary but actually extraordinary lives. However, some people will say that there is nothing good about being a writer, writing a pile of useless words. In today's society, several people will appreciate it. In this society where the law of the jungle prevails, what you write does not sell. Who cares about you.

Maybe my friend is right. The reality is cruel, and the ideal is beautiful. But we need to work hard to survive, and the source of the struggle comes from the ideal. It is not a hit in the real world. The ideal is the light that guides you when you are exhausted. The ideal is the shadow that supports you to persist.

I like literature, not necessarily I will go on the road of literature, people will experience a lot in this life, so the ideal is not a means for you and me to survive, it is a belief, an unchanging belief, no matter how stubborn people will bow to reality.

I was just at the age of the cross, and I was afraid that I would still persist if I was afflicted by the reality for several years, ten years, and twenty years. However, no matter what I hope, whether it is literature or anything, I hope that there will be lights to accompany me to go on.

Because, the ideal is a sailing ship on the sea and the hope of dreams.