On the road,

I don’t know how many roads I have traveled in my life.

I don’t know how many roads I have been asked.

There are lost roads and detours.

There are back roads and crossroads.

I don’t know where I am at the crossroads.

There is a road,

I have gone for forty years, no regrets, no love,

it is a road to packaging, that is a packaging journey, the dreams are longing for the heart, no worries no body tie him down.

The group of packagers walking on the road traveled to the dream in the sky.

On that road, I used to be confused and once chose to leave.

Because of the "packaging dream," I will not leave the attachment.

On that road, the wind and rain, the mud, and how many spring, summer, autumn and winter.

From scratch, from small to large, painted a blueprint for the development of packaging countries.

On the road, it seems to hear the silk road camel ringtones, yesterday's packaging and then set off, accompanied by packaging to tomorrow, along the "Belt and Road" to explore the packaging future