The dust in the world is flying, people are in a hurry, and a lonely brave man will inevitably hit the south wall. He is not afraid of the wind and frost in the world, but is afraid of being covered in mud and no one to talk about. There is no dream and hope in his eyes, but when he regains confidence and carries his luggage, he has become a beam of light. I came to the world to look for light and ideals. You can't throw away your poems and distance. You see, the flowers of the times will eventually bloom. The light is ahead, and I am on the way.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
