Handsome in midair,

I must know my direction clearly,

Fly, fly, fly,

This land has my direction.

Don't go to that cold valley,

Don't go to the desolate foothills,

I won't be disappointed in deserted streets,

Fly, fly, fly,

Look, I have my direction!

This is the first two parts of Xu Zhimo's poem The Happiness of Snowflakes.

At that time, through the clear long mirror, watching the meticulous barber cut his hair, I suddenly remembered this flying poem by Lao Xu.

Long hair has not changed for many years. I waited patiently in line from 6: 00 to 9: 30 last night and finally cut in line.

The reason why I waited in the barber shop for a long time was to give myself a chance to repent. After all, this long hair has been worn for several years.

They've been bothering me a lot lately. Are they cut off? Or stay the same? This proposition is no less difficult for me than higher function (you know, in high school, I was at the bottom of math).

With the barber's skillful click, his long hair landed on the floor slowly and gently, but suddenly his heart flew like a light swallow dancing happily.

It seems that it is not the hair that is cut off, but three thousand troubles, which are weeds that have been smoldering in my heart. As the barber's scissors rise and fall, they are removed together.

This summer, I want to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, so that my mind can be free. Be thoroughly remoulded from the inside out and be a brand-new self.

I hope that from now on, I will not be bound by any form, let my heart fly freely outside the world and let my spirit fly freely.

I hope I can live freely from now on.