I love this land, it nurtured me and was the beginning of my life. Since I was a child, I have loved playing in the golden rice fields, grabbing a handful of dirt, pulling out a dogtail grass, and smelling the ripeness of the rice. The golden rice fields are like the light of life blooming, so beautiful, so sweet, so vast. The smell of childhood accompanied me from elementary school to university, to society, and even more to success. My mother often told me that no matter where you go, the land of your hometown always nourishes you, encounter difficulties, face them bravely, encounter setbacks, and strive to move forward. My mother's words often appear in my ears, inspiring me and encouraging me. Over the mountains, through the forest and the river, with the antelope "race", with the bear "wrist", all kinds of difficulties and dangers are only the stepping stones on the road to success, the dream in the heart has never changed, the original intention has not changed. Wang Wei forwarded a story that had a great impact on me, and let me recall the scene of the story - my friend's fish died, sad. He did not want to bury the fish, but said that he wanted to cremate it, and then scatter the ashes of the fish into the sea so that it could return to his mother's arms. Who knew that the more roasted the more fragrant it was, and then I bought two bottles of beer.... Many things, as we walk, forget our original intentions. "The original intention is easy to get, but it is always difficult to keep", so there are many good beginnings and few good endings...
