I remember that day was the early winter of 2007. At night, a stack of old diaries was placed in front of me. At first, I was still smoking a cigarette and casually browsing the pages, which were already yellowed and the handwriting was not clear. But after I read a few pages, I found that I was deeply attracted by the words in these diaries, and scenes full of gunpowder smoke appeared in front of my eyes...
