Fragmentary Notes

The days are rushing and rushing, what are you holding on to, what flows through, and what is left when you look back. The long river of time flows slowly, taking away everything along the way, like the cold air of late autumn, blowing into the nose and lungs, chilling people's hearts. Just write down ordinary things, a small diary. If you are interested in the sorrow of strangers, you can read it hahahaha This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.