The So-Called River Is Wide, so Cross the River

Who says the river is wide? A reed hangs it. In Dan's short youth, there was a person who devoted his whole life, practiced it personally, and taught this girl with sincerity that the world kissed me painfully, but I responded with songs. If the red dust is like river water The tenderness in your eyes invites me One reed hangs on it, one leaf crosses the river The stories in this book are the author's own personal experiences and changes, and they tend to be semi-autobiographical. When people recall their childhood or youth, memories, tastes, smells, colors... All make up the memories of the first half of their lives. Due to my mother's habits, I was very lucky to have saved many childhood images in the 2000s when cameras were just becoming popular. When I grow up and sort through those materials, memories and nostalgia for the past inevitably arise. With the passage of time, all the past existences are dispersed. Time may have left behind those precious fragments, but I don't want to let those passing away disappear, so I came up with the idea of ​​recording the past in words. I also hope that you who have the opportunity to read this can find a part of yourself in the book. I hope we can communicate between the lines. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.