When the Autumn Wind Comes Again Next Year

I meet the autumn wind swaying the willows, and then follow the stream and become quiet and elegant; I talk noisily with no contention in my heart, and forget my memory and say softly,,,,, I don't have many stories to satisfy the listeners, nor do I have enough literary talent to surprise the readers. I hope you will treat it as a simple bedtime story to accompany you through a night of writhing memories and cramps,,,,, This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.