Crossroads in Spring

I wander at the crossroads of old and new years

I immerse myself in the changing seasons of winter and spring

I gaze upon the distant future

I contemplate the things receding behind me

Yesterday's dreams shatter like water flowing eastward, one after another

The distant scenery fades away like a dream carried by the wind, again and again

I've grown accustomed to the path of thorns and pitfalls

I never expect a sudden, miraculous happiness

I am a small blade of grass, nourished only by the faint sunlight and rain

I am not a towering tree, bringing no auspicious birds

Each step I've taken leaves a heavy footprint

Each journey I undertake is soaked with sweat

Through hardship and joy, I continue to move forward

Through favorable and unfavorable circumstances, I pursue my predetermined goals without hesitation

I refuse to live a life of ease and indulgence; I refuse to bow to fate

I press on relentlessly, never stopping

I have thought about this for a long time, before and after the Spring Festival

Suddenly, my mind clears, like a bright dawn

I send greetings to everyone

I thank all my friends for their presence in my life

We met as promised

I look forward to our unexpected encounters