At this time, I wrote an autobiographical romance novel, which tells the real life of a person born in the 1990s in the countryside. This book is to commemorate my lost youth. The story is a bit sad, there is no intrigue, no classic inspiration, it is just a Buddhist growth story of a child.
There are a large number of poems, lyrics, and love letters in it, all of which are made up by me, and the names are also arbitrarily fabricated. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
This book is also a test work. I have already finished it. If someone reads it, I will revise it quickly.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
