Zhuo Xia Weiyang

Tell some real stories. I want to talk about the summer when I was 19 years old. If we start with some famous novels, how should we start the story? If I were to imitate Marquez, I might write like this: Many years later, when I accidentally open my old diary, I will think of a night in the summer when I was 19 years old. If I were to imitate Dickens, I might write like this: At the age of 19, it was the youthful age and the most decadent age; it was the most carefree and the most reserved day; it was the most sober period and the most confused period; it was the most passionate period and the dullest period. If I were to imitate Hemingway, I might write like this: I am a piece of dust wandering in the streets and alleys. Countless years have passed since I was 19 years old, and I still have accomplished nothing. If I were to imitate Fitzgerald, I might write this: When I was a little over 19, hormones taught me a vivid lesson that I will never forget. If I were to imitate George Orwell, I might write something like this: On a July night, the weather was hot and humid, and a flying beer bottle only hit me once on the head. If I were to imitate Kafka, I might write like this: One night, Zhang Zhuo reacted from being hit on the head by a wine bottle and found a stream of hot blood flowing through his left eye. … After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't find a suitable starting point for a rough guy like myself. So, I decided to start this novel in my own way.