Daydreamer
People don't know themselves until they are middle-aged, and they turn out to be ordinary ordinary people. There have been delusions, there have been attachments, there have been naïve thoughts that as long as you work hard, you can do a good job, once thought you could change the world, but now you are gradually being changed by the world, you once thought that the world was big enough for me to soar, the depth of the sea to let me travel, the arrogance at that time, how conceited and how ineffable it was, talking about national affairs, discussing the future of the world, as if dominating the whole world. The vision is high, the ambition is great. It ends up being someone else's marionette.
Reality collapses
Reality does collapse at the moment of waking up, how small the power of the individual is, the torrent of the times envelops you and me and him to move forward together, many things can be changed by hard work, many things can be left and right at that time, many things that you can judge in vain, maybe you think you see the essence of the world, maybe you think you have mastered the core, sadly in the end you find out that what you see, hear, and deduce is the blind man touching the elephant, or what others want you to see, hear, think, don't think you can escape Don't be different for you, don't think you can change anything? Some people call him the age, some people call him fate.