Wutong Mountain, the path I walked alone.

 　　On July 11, 2018, I said I was giving up. Perhaps it was my own restlessness coupled with various setbacks in my job search. I finally felt wronged. I thought, since they already dislike me, let it be. I wanted to go to Wutong Mountain with you, to walk that long, steep path, and when we reached the top, I would tell you, "We've come this far together, so let's not let go of each other's hands so easily." But alas, I didn't have the chance. It was all just my imagination, haha. Okay. So yesterday I went alone. I met many people along the way. Perhaps we had the same destination, but chose different paths, so we couldn't walk together. It's okay, it's my chosen path. I'll finish it alone. I met an older man who was surprised to see me alone. He asked, "Are you climbing the mountain alone?" I smiled and said yes. He said there were poisonous snakes. I said it was okay. Actually, at that moment, I didn't know what I was thinking. I wasn't afraid.

　　The climb was truly exhausting. I even wanted to give up. But turning back would have been even more unbearable. So I persevered. I persevered. Then I met some companions. We encouraged and cheered each other on. Finally, we reached the top of Wutong Mountain. It wasn't quite what I imagined, but I made it. I told myself, "The road ahead may be difficult, but I'll be alone. It's okay." The mountain breeze was refreshing, and the scenery was beautiful. However, going down the mountain became very difficult. Haha. So many, many steps. My legs were completely exhausted. But luckily, I met two boys who were five years older than me. They encouraged me to finish the journey. If I hadn't met them, I probably would have been watching the sunset from the top.

　　Looking ahead, I'm actually afraid I might fall in love with the feeling of being alone. I want to try doing more things on my own.