The world around itself has been spinning in circles

When I was young, I always wished I had a bicycle and ran on the road on a tripod. After a few years of age, the bike was available. Seeing others riding motorcycles, envying others. As long as you get on the car and don't pedal, you can run very far, and it's faster than a bicycle. A few years later, I had a motorcycle. I was very happy in my heart, the distance I rode farther and farther, and I saw more new things. A small white car flashed in front of his eyes, and the seed in his heart sprouted again. Dreaming of having a car of your own, you can shield yourself from the wind and rain no matter whether it is thunder or rain, and it is also very fast. But the car has taken away the joy and joy of riding a bicycle as a child. And envious of myself at that time, without any impurities. I feel like I've been going around this life in circles, it's always the beginning, but it's always the end. There is never an end.