When I Was a Child, My College Education Was in the Human World

The flowers in the forest withered in spring, too hastily. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge tears leave people drunk, no matter how long they last. Naturally, life grows and hates water. Too hastily, others write books, I write about life, recalling my ill-fated life, lamenting that there is no turning back in life, then let go of the past, stride forward, and hang sails to sail across the sea. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.