Dog Story

Many late nights in the future, whenever I woke up from nightmares, I thought of my grandfather, my grandma, and my father who had a miserable life. I thought of them leaving me one by one and their miserable lives. Every time I think of this, I always shed tears. The little heart of a young man is already scarred, and it has become stronger after being broken again and again. I believe that in the days to come, no matter whether it is a stormy sea or a sudden rain and wind, my heart will feel calm in front of me. In the vegetable patch in front of the door, the radishes sprouted again, and the peppers turned red again, but grandma was never seen again. Grandpa's return figure can no longer be seen on that winding road in the sunset. Father's room was also empty. I carried my luggage and went to the south, living tenaciously in the corner of the city with bustling traffic and bright lights, like a dog chewing garbage in the corner. This is the story of the first half of my life, the story of a dog running wild in the wild. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.