Eighteen understatement, another rendering.

Walk on the journey, the years are the same, ask whether there is sweet or bitter.

Gather all kinds of customs and let them dance.

—— Light Trace of Ink /Jiang Chen

On this long and short road, everything is an illusion with a flick of the finger. When I woke up, it was not a dream. The scattered fleeting time can no longer be picked up, sighing, everything has turned into once.

Walking in your own world, you can see some scenery around your eyes. Nineteen years ago, this day was born. Nineteen years later, this day has embarked on a road that was never imagined in middle school. I will eventually bury myself in the depths of an era, and will eventually find a new era for myself and write my own new melody.

At one time, I was extremely looking forward to having a person who could accompany me. However, as time went by, I gradually diluted everything after washing like water. I finally became my own shadow, accompanying myself through spring, autumn, winter and summer. I'm still me, but I'm not me anymore. People can't step into the same river twice, and I can't interpret myself again. No matter once or in the future, I am definitely not who I am now. The changes along the way caught me unprepared, but I could only follow the pace silently. A trace of ink, but no longer describe once. I am grateful for the past. It is hard for me to look back on all the terrible things. I used to be timid and timid, but I am grateful for all the things that made me walk on thin ice with fear, so that I can fly freely in the present world.

However, this is not freedom, and forever in the cage is not worthy of flying. But then what? Once the blood is still boiling at this moment, and the beating heart is still deep in the calm soul. Every moment, it is struggling and breaking out.

Along the way, I have changed a lot, but I am as old as ever! Walk on this journey, caress your heart and soul every step, and never regret every step. The wind of the whole world swirls in this place, wrapping me like flowers and leaves. The gentle side breaks everything at this moment, breaking everything that is repeated.

The cold light in my eyes is still the same. The so-called gentleness has finally turned into fragments. After 18 years, I have finally gained a new life and started again. I have finally buried everything and erected a new tombstone to commemorate all that. With the sweet smile of golden monkeys in my mouth, I turned to a new story.

Just like, Zhizunbao put on the golden hoop to become Wukong, just like ……

Life is nothing but laughter,

Why should death be so lonely,

Alas, no one knows,

I only want that share of freedom!

I took my golden hoop to my own road, and embarked on the long and long journey to get scriptures. I wish myself to write my own legend in the dream of the 19th year.

Jiang Chen

2016.09.25