Usually chaotic life, every day seems to have no change, just like the slow flowing river on the plain, seemingly plain, not alarming, but stretch your eyes, look back at the source, and look back

Usually chaotic life, every day seems to have no change, just like the slow flowing river on the plain, seemingly unremarkable, not alarming, but looking at the eyes, looking back at the source, suddenly found that it has gone out of the plateau, out of the valley, towards the sea, after nine twists and eighteen bends, and finally reached its goal. The whole process is wrapped in mud and sand, wrapped in fish and shrimp, kissing the earth, and moisturizing everything. It seems bland, but it is actually thrilling; it seems to be unfazed, but it is actually inclusive. In the ordinary, there is struggle, and in hardship, brilliance is conceived. Life has completed an astonishing transformation in this silent flow.