In our life’s journey, we all find ourselves seated on our own pieces of driftwood, floating amidst the vast sea.
That day, I sat on my driftwood, and I was captivated by the beauty of the imperfection that was found on the driftwood. The sun gradually descends, casting a gentle glow upon the water’s surface, and the waves continue to rise and fall.
Even though drifting never stopped, that moment was peaceful, calm, and harmonious.
(The text is provided by the student)在我們人生的旅程中，我們都坐在自己的漂流木上，在浩瀚的海洋中漂泊。
