(1) This road.
How long is a road.
Carrying wind and rain is also full of sunshine.
Walking with hardships and walking with hope.
In the beginning, it was a long time.
Walking and walking and feeling it.
Gradually, gradually, the gaze was condensed.
Edit the road.
Years of years.
Measure feelings and dedication.
Heartfelt care and laughter.
Sprinkled on the road.
Watch your naughtiness.
Watch you grow with the little trees on the side of the road.
Suddenly, I felt that the path was no longer far.
You've grown up. If you want to fly out of sight, you will be far away.
Edit the road.
It carries my emotions.
Despite the fact that the stars are shifting.
Although the years have quietly dyed the hair cream.
I don't know how to tell.
But there are infinite feelings.
Hope it will last forever.
And I hope it connects with your distance.
this road. When you turn your eyes back and forth.
only to find out. It's stuck to my heart.
2) Looking back on New Year's Day.
The stars of sub-hour twinkle on the title page of the calendar.
Haoyue wiped the coldness of the first ranks.
Restart the keyboard of the day.
A quilt curled up and snoring.
Maybe look back, maybe look forward.
At least a little bit of rejoicing.
The editor lit the firecracker again.
The dot extends out of the radius.
The climbers have put on their boots.
Try to take it to the next level.
Those who traveled far away also carried their bags.
I want to shorten the trip to chasing my dreams.
And those who are close to the sunset.
The editor listens to the jointing sound of the wheat seedlings.
Everything seems to have just arrived, and it seems to have already happened.
If you look closely, nothing happens.
It's just a new dust kicking up on the road.