Beneath the Juyongguan Great Wall, railway tracks stretch through the mountains—like the path of life itself: winding, patient, and ultimately arriving. Apricot blossoms fall like snow, gently covering the hillsides. A train glides slowly through this sea of flowers. On the adjacent track, another train rushes past. They meet for a fleeting moment, then continue on their separate ways. This is life’s once-in-a-lifetime encounter. No pause, no looking back—each journey moves toward its own distant horizon. The flowers will bloom again, spring will return, and the trains will always move forward. So do we, traveling along our own tracks, passing through winter and heading toward a spring that belongs to us. Between crossings and departures, may we learn to cherish every brief encounter fate brings.
