There are two roads deep in the jungle, one is smooth and flat, which has been trampled by thousands of people and has become a real road; Another bush is overgrown with weeds, and there are almost no traces of people walking. I resolutely went to the latter-a road I have never taken.

With curiosity and yearning, I walked on this road, choosing the unknown as well as the danger and development.

Weeds often hinder my progress. I don't want to tangle with it, waving a sharp knife in my hand and cutting it abruptly.

This is an unknown road, a completely strange road for me. I must devote myself wholeheartedly in order to successfully finish this road and reach the end of victory.

I left a special mark along the way, so as not to go back, and it is also a witness to the course I have traveled. At this time, I am a pioneer, and I want to open up another world on this road that no one has ever walked.

I forget how long I have been walking on this road. My clothes were scratched by branches and my shoes were scarred. Lying on a grass to rest, even if I am so down and out, I still don't want to stop moving forward. Now that you have chosen, you must stick to it regardless of difficulties. Turning back means failure and mediocrity. As long as I persist, I will definitely reach the end of that success.

Occasionally I will see someone walking on that road. They are carefree, talking and laughing. I looked at them indifferently, and they looked at me in surprise. Seeing them walking on that smooth road towards a foreseeable future, I can't help but feel a little chilling. They looked at me trudging on this thorny road and felt incredible. Yes, if they understand, then this road will not be paved.

I explored this road tirelessly, and while conquering it, I became strong. Looking at the deep or shallow footprints behind me, I feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

When I finally reached the end of victory, I finally found that I was independent from those people. Looking at those deja vu faces, we have different lives because of a fork in the road.

It is difficult to make achievements on a road that has been traversed by thousands of people. At the beginning, he resolutely embarked on another road, chose loneliness and challenges, and worked hard to open up his own road. How can such a person be mediocre?