The Background of Childhood in the Old Temple Town

To you who opens this book: If you have ever walked in dew to school in a place called your hometown, chased dragonflies all afternoon, counted the stars on the mat on a summer night, fell asleep and woke up again from your grandmother's stories - then this book is for you. There are no earth-shattering stories in this book. Some are just ordinary people, in the cycle of four seasons, how to make sweetness out of bitter days, and how to make ordinary time into a thick soup worthy of repeated aftertaste. I wrote it because I was afraid of forgetting—not afraid of forgetting those places, but afraid of forgetting the myself who had been there. If you are sitting in a corner of the city, with the subway whizzing by and the neon lights flashing, and suddenly you feel an indescribable emptiness at a certain moment - maybe your hometown is gently tugging at the hem of your clothes. Open this book and let it sit with you for a while. We are not in a hurry. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.