Dear Jia Wang writes 600 words.

Freedom is my pursuit and writing is my pleasure, so I combine them to become my dream-to be a freelance writer.

Pick up a pen and paper, add poetry, and start my wandering.

Shuttle through cities, leisurely stop-and-go, stop and watch, occasionally sit down at will, look at groups of people in the past, and realize the eternal wish of having a birthday since childhood: to see many people. This is a kind of happiness for me. Look at their expressions, imagine their stories, and take pains to write them down. Looking at the slightly swaying wind, I suddenly felt inexplicable sadness and joy in my heart and felt my mood happily. Travel through the city again, forget the old days, and let me be a child forever. No matter how beautiful and prosperous the city I once passed, I will always be a passer-by, not a homecoming person. There is no home anywhere, and my freedom to wander will not stop.

Maybe one day, my article was suddenly published. At a certain moment, when I was fleeing from a noisy city quickly, pedestrians suddenly broke into my ears and listened to their comments on me. Whether I appreciated it or not, a little vanity was found to fill my little heart. When I remembered that they didn't even know that the girl with fine eyes was the one they said, there was a sly flash in my eyes.

I love freedom, but I prefer to wander through my years and remember it in my own language. ...