Every year, the flowers are similar, but the people are different every year. The Year of the Pig, laden with too many expectations, is gradually fading away. The joys, sorrows, pleasures, and anger of time can always turn innocence and immaturity into wisdom and maturity, and can also etch smooth skin into lines. Life becomes increasingly materialistic for the young, while it grows more spiritual for the elderly. When each person looks back suddenly on their journey, do they sigh at the warmth and coldness of life and the vicissitudes of the times, or feel that love is like a flood, reaching to the horizon, or perhaps experience endless toil and confusion in making choices? Some say this colorful world is ours, because we are young and have plenty of time; others say this world belongs to us, because we have rich experiences and resources; still others say we are smiling as we watch the clouds roll by, because we understand ourselves and understand life.