I am walking on a road full of unknowns with my bag on my back. The scenery along the way is so pleasant. I remember my lively and lovely playmates as a child, the colorful entertainment and study of teenagers, the meticulous care of adult relatives due to illness, and the busy and fulfilling work. It seems that my life is smooth sailing. In the eyes of others, I am a lucky girl who is spoiled by my parents and spoiled by my relatives and friends. I am one of the few girls in the world who can have such happiness. I asked myself: Really? Am I happy? Who knows my loneliness? What about a happy childhood? Aren't my friends strangers to me when I grow up? What about the magnificence of the rainy season? Don't friends leave one after another? So what if there are countless medals on the sports field? Didn't the value blink to zero? What about the infinite care of relatives? My heart is still a sickle that sinks to the bottom of the pool, and it will rust in the water, let alone float to the surface one day. What about a good job? I don't want to touch the subtlety and viciousness of interpersonal relationships. My heart has been dying since the day I was ill, and I believe it won't happen again. What am I looking for? Is a heart that can read me. Is a bosom friend who can know each other? Is it an unforgettable friendship? Is it a harbor that can shelter from the wind and rain? Or that distant ideal? I saw a girl who was only a few years old. She was scalded by her father for countless times and had to go to the hospital for eight skin grafting operations before she recovered her original appearance. When I see a father can abandon his wife and children and have sex with others; When I saw those helpless old people who were trapped in the wilderness because of leprosy decades ago; When I saw that my mother lived in this colorful world like a normal child in order to let her daughter with ear disease put on an ear pot as soon as possible, and rubbed a bath for her guests in a hot and humid bathhouse for seven years; When I see a strong woman who is very biological and better than her biological mother for more than ten years, I try to exercise the self-care ability of autistic children; When I saw the children in Yushu, Qinghai, still smiling at life in the pain of losing their parents, they looked sunny; I was deeply moved. I hid my face and cried several times, but I couldn't stop crying. Why? why? Why are all the unfortunate children suffering from natural and man-made disasters, and all the dolls are mercilessly teased by fate? Why can they survive strongly and face life bravely? Looking back on the road, thorns and dust. Although my former partners are far away from me, their smiling faces and innocent hearts are buried in my heart; I left a group of friends, and their sincere friendship with me no longer exists, but those beautiful feelings about friendship never disappeared in my mind, as if strings of pearls were still shining in the long river of years; I have helped my colleagues at work. Their kindness and concern make me feel that there are many people who bully the weak and fear the hard, but there are by no means a few people who are sincere. Even if my parents are at fault, decades of selfless dedication and decades of youth have been given to me. This kindness is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. Even if I learn from Nezha, I can't repay my parents! Compared with them, my misfortune is also lucky. In fact, I don't lack anything, except a grateful heart for life. Often obsessed with the results of gains and losses, too concerned about their own feelings. In fact, I don't lack anything, but a heart to explore the truth, return the truth with the truth, and exchange the heart with the truth.

It turns out that to live in this world is to find the lost true feelings, to influence yourself with the true feelings of the past, to influence others with your own true feelings, to speak the true feelings in your heart, to experience them with your heart, and to pay with your actions.