I flowed to the desert. The weather here was extremely dry. There was sand everywhere and no green at all. My body seemed to be drying up slowly. I was so sad. I... No, how could I think like that? I once told my mother that I would face life with a smile. Yes, it was these four words that aroused the anger in my heart. I erupted, as fierce as a volcano. I finally flowed out of the desert, out of this desert that made me sad and happy... But life is far more than that. I came to the hills again, and the winding mountain road made it difficult for me to move forward. "You can't do it, go back!" The trees kindly advised me. "No, a good horse never turns back to eat grass, I can do it." I stubbornly refused to give in to anything. How many times have I been so impatient that I hit my head and bled; how many times have I fainted on the hilltop because I couldn't adapt to the environment; how many times have I let my blood rush out of my body because I saw the dawn of victory... Failures and setbacks have taught me to be strong and patient. When I flowed out of the hills and across the plains until I was about to flow into the sea, I felt so tired, so tired... I remembered my mother's lullaby, I wanted to sleep and have a sweet dream. But I couldn't, look, my mother was waving at me in the sea. "I can do it, I...can...do it!" I crawled towards the sea step by step with difficulty, using all my strength. Finally, my body melted into this big collective...
