The forest path was bumpy and rugged. You followed him, groping along the cold rocks and branches, and slowly walked into the depths of the forest, a place you had never been before.

I walked slowly sideways through the narrow stone wall, and a lot of snowflakes fell on my neck, feeling extremely cold.

When you were gradually losing strength, he finally pushed open a wooden door in the dry bushes and led you into a cave passage.

Groping for the frozen soil, you walk in the dark cave. You can hear your own breathing and the white air coming out of your mouth.

After walking through a tunnel of about a hundred meters and opening a door at the corner, we finally saw a white light.

In the secret canyon where snowflakes are drifting, there is a bustling atmosphere. People can be seen walking around everywhere, and you can even hear the sound of hammers hitting each other.

The red soldering iron was inserted into the cold liquid, bringing up a large amount of white mist, drowning the falling snow in the sky. Sharp sword blades gradually emerged from the furnace and gradually took shape under the continuous impact of the hammer.

You don’t know most of the people here, but there are a few you are very familiar with.

Yes, they are like the frustrated man at the village head, the coward who was bullied and had his wife taken away by the nobles after returning home, the lonely old man who was ignored by everyone, and the child begging for food on the street.

These broken and useless debris in the empire are now being tempered again here. Their expressions are so serious, as if they have found their direction in life again.

Without being urged by others or tempted by money, these people seem to know naturally what they should do and then strive for it with their own hands.

When we peel away the lies and concepts imposed on people by the secular world, everything returns to its most essential origin.

The reason why I work so hard is not because I have to, but simply because I like it.

I enjoy the satisfaction of creating something and the joy of exchanging it with others for something I approve of.

It’s not because they tell me that I must do this and that to be superior to others and to be envied by others.

I only work for my ideals, I love the career I am engaged in, and I don’t need to pay attention to the various criticisms from the outside world, just because I am different from them.

The spark of life blooms here, in my hands.

Standing in this snow-capped valley, you are speechless for a long time, as if you have seen another world, another life trajectory.

It turns out that there are people who really live their ideal life——

Walk bravely on the road of pursuing your dreams.