Time passes slowly in life, and you are always in a hurry and never think of looking back at the past time. But when you open the bag of time again, you will find that the past time has preserved too many stories of your own for you!
In a small city courtyard in the south, Chen Fuming is like a drop of rain falling on the small potholes of the family, growing with the growth of the family. As he grew older, interesting or sad things swept into his life like heavy rains. He swam away from the small potholes in the rising tide of heavy rains, and swam through one big or small pothole after another, encountering small drops of rain and dew. In this long wandering life, he has embraced love, washed away the dust for others, walked into the fog himself, held up the flowers given by others, and received the chops and blades of others.
Life is a mystical book written by time, and you and I are just the pen and ink that have left traces for it. But who can tell clearly which one of you and I will shine brightly in the future?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
