There Is a Light Blue Cloud in the Wind

Before the age of twenty-five, I was a host; after the age of twenty-six, I was a teacher; but now, I feel that I am a writer, and writers are sacred and I dare not claim that in vain. This is the first time since I became famous that I have used documentary techniques to open up ten years of diaries, allowing the complex emotions I experienced before I turned 27 to surge. People cannot step into the same river at the same time, and I want to say: People cannot see the same sky at the same time, because when the wind moves, the clouds also move; when the clouds move, the sky also moves. The same is true in life, when things move, people move, and feelings will move; when people move, things move, feelings will move; when feelings move, things will move, people will also move... Seeing the blue sky, I imagined that the clouds were invisible. Seeing that there was only one side of the crescent moon, I pretended that it was clouds covering most of its face. Perhaps this is how people's lives are, when your heart has been turned upside down, but in the eyes of others you are just a little quieter and calmer than usual, no one will find it strange. Sometimes this so-called war in the self-world can actually only be a self-competition, destined to be fought alone. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.