It's Raining in the Small Building

About This Novel

There is a cemetery in everyone's heart, where the snow is white and bright, and a cold moon hangs high in the sky, illuminating the many stone tablets eroded by moss and soil, every stroke and every word. Carved with his or her or its appearance, every edge and angle, every joy and sorrow, every appearance that no longer belongs to the present, his or her life, and the way they came. Perhaps the long river of time has diluted it day by day, leaving only a faint impression, only the shallow knife marks on the tombstone, and only the old people clinging to the cemetery. We are walking around in this world, and perhaps we have all hated, regretted, and been obsessed with this world of wine and meat at one time or another. The many things we hate have become the bitter fruits buried in our hearts. Those people who met in a hurry, fell in love with each other in a hurry, parted in a hurry, those things, the streets, the benches under the dim street lights, the hills under the cold moonlight, the bus stops with people coming and going, and there was also a desk that had long been old and decayed. How to prove the joys and sorrows we once had, and how to recall those who came and disappeared. I would like to use this grudge to prevent us from entangled and repeating the same mistakes. Let us rest in peace with this book.

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