Time flows like running water, quickly flowing away. In the blink of an eye, Motherå››å£ has bid farewell to the sweltering summer and ushered in the golden, cool autumn of harvest. The clouds of autumn hang high in the sky, and the sense of fulfillment is the same as my heart. For twenty-six years, I have never had such a feeling. My friends say that this is my happiness. Yes, I believe that this is my happiness; only in this way can I feel fulfilled.