The fulcrum of life

A pair of wings can not only fly in the embrace of the sky, but also swim back to the ocean of dreams, just to find the only fulcrum in life. ——Inscription

Time passes, so why cherish everything? Looking back at the vicissitudes of scenery in the past, it is too late to appreciate the beautiful moments in such a hurry.

Human life is always a struggle, with the ultimate goal of seeking the highest value, but it dilutes all situations. When I was sweating profusely in the scorching heat, the ivory tower in my dreams was my only fulcrum.

Life is integrated into the coordinate axis of wonderful disorder and splendid prosperity, just like a composition in the hands of a painter, depicting uneven and intersecting dreams. Maybe I'm tired of the noisy life, so I often sit alone in an empty corner and reminisce about the past! In the silence of midnight, memories wander in dreams; there is no noisy sound, but a pure personal space. Let the memories pass through your ears and listen to the sound of running water. It is so refreshing! Sometimes, I fantasize about not waking up, stuck in dreams for a long time, weaving a pair of angel wings, letting the empty soul float in the ocean of dreams, flying in the embrace of the sky; brewing the sweet spring of memories, soothing My childish heart fills my empty desires and opens the door to my longing heart!

The sunset remains the same, things change and people change; due to the cycle of goodness in the world, everything will always return to its original point. The brilliance of falling meteors scratches the deepest scars in the heart; the beauty of butterflies flying will eventually face the deprivation of short life. The origin is also the end and the only fulcrum of life.

I use the ink pen in my hand to depict the wings of flying, leading me to continue writing the fulcrum of life...