Dotingly Cherished in the 1970s: The Tough Guy’s Road to Wealth

Hello (*≧∪≦)👋🏻, this period novel has a spatial golden finger and is related to the male protagonist, #chronological: specimens forgotten by time. Those yellowed period texts, like specimens in glass cabinets in museums, solidify the breath and body temperature of a specific era. Authors use the threads of collective memory to bundle history into neat packages, but often forget that the true texture of each era is woven from countless contradictory fibers. The excessive beautification and simplification of the old times has reduced these words to emotional sugar substitutes - so sweet that they are deliberately sweet and so bitter that they are artificial. A truly moving narrative of the times should be a prism that can reflect the rainbow of collective memory while retaining the edges of personal experience. When the text is only satisfied with recreating the scene in memory instead of digging into the soul behind the scene, no matter how exquisite nostalgia is, it is nothing more than a gilded shackles. Every era deserves to be recorded honestly, not dressed up.