I believe that everything in the world, even a short-lived fallen leaf, has its room to fly. Just a few seconds from the branches to the soil, swaying all the way, making the trajectory of life extremely beautiful.

I believe that everything in the world, even a weak summer bug, has a tireless pursuit of "flying". Did you hear that? Summer insects sing dusk songs together, cross the camphor trees on the street, cross the cool breeze at night, and fan out their own space with little wings.

Just because I know that with flying space, life can be infinitely wonderful and life can be extremely vivid.

I know that a dandelion is struggling to fly to a sky called "dream". The dream that has been brewing in the soil silently sticks to the bud that broke through the ground, the flexible stem, the tender bud … until it opens. Jump into a diagonal wind, no matter where you are ahead, it is your own sky. Dandelion, doesn't it have a dream future like those of us who are working hard? Let yourself fly in that space and live with passion and happiness.

I know, that bird, the space it flies to is full of hardships. No matter the cold wind, the heat, loneliness and confusion ... it never gives up flying, its existence, the whole meaning of its life, lies in flying. Yes, maybe its journey is not very smooth, but who can really appreciate what a magical world this bird sees when it flies? Who can really imagine, the gentleness of the sun washing clouds, the tranquility of the breeze whispering to the bright moon, the warmth of the rosy clouds holding the sky, the length across the lake from the ancient mountains ... There are so many picture poems in this world that we have to be attracted. Why do we read books that we may not really understand? Why do you know there are conclusions in the encyclopedia, but also pass on ancient legends and myths from generation to generation? Because the world is really rich and colorful, we all want to give ourselves a space for discovery and exploration, just as birds pursue the scenery ahead.

I think I know why people can create a high degree of civilization, and everyone has a different wonderful life. One of the reasons may be that we all have a space to fly freely. In your sky, clouds steam Xia Wei, and in my land, it is colorful.

And we are all flying with the same persistence.