I finally reached the age of envy when I was a child. Even if I didnt become the most wanted person when I was young, I started to dream of my childhood. Photography, travel, and on the road, I felt the vastness of the region and touched different winds... All kinds of youth have become dust, the wind is blown away, nothing, just makes people feel uncomfortable, no way, we can only go forward step by step, look back, leaving the footsteps of this road... ... This life, too little time, always worth the journey, wonderful live...