Real Life

Seventy years of life are rare, ten years are young, ten years are old and weak, and the remaining fifty years alternate between day and night. As time goes by, as a son of man, as a master and disciple, as a citizen, and as a father, there are only a handful of me left. But so what! Every identity is me, every identity is life. Without the power of the top, the wealth of the enemy country, and the talent of intelligence, all you can use is mediocrity. Whether you admit it or feel sad, at least you can see the world with your own eyes. All you can take away are the memories in your head. All I can do is record the joys, sorrows and joys... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.