Reading a story is like experiencing a period of life, like you bought a seatless ticket on a green car, and you were squeezed into the aisle near the toilet, sitting on the floor, looking at the narrow sky outside the car window, and couldn't help but think about life; it's also like you saw groups of people making noisy noises on the street, Talking and laughing, but only you, at this moment, feel how heartbreaking loneliness is; but it is more like the snow in winter, you sit on the balcony, light a small red clay heater, put a few dates, peanuts and oranges, boil a pot of tea, enjoy the snow, and talk about life with your friends...
