On the pond wate of Shangtang, passing through the Gao Pavilion, the grass turns green and banks are covered with snow, the river is wide and the heart belongs to Yongning forever. After the farewell, when we meet again, the whole family would be rejoicing. Richy told me that he considers himself lucky. Because now in his life, what wakes him up every day is his dream, what accompanies him is his friend, what he cares about is his hometown. One day, he will bring his family here. Good days are yet to come.