Nirvana in the Apocalypse: My Power Is Rebirth

The typhoon is raging, the sky and the earth outside the window are pale, and the world seems to have been forced to press the pause button. I curled up on the sofa in the living room, looked at the chaotic glass, and said to my boyfriend, half jokingly and half seriously: "Look, does this look like the first chapter of a post-apocalyptic novel? If this rain never stops, I don't have a golden finger to be reborn, and I don't have any space to carry with me, we are just the ones we are now... How can we survive?" He smiled and replied to me: "Then go and write a novel like this. Don't you already have countless worlds in your heart?" Just such a sentence was like pushing the first domino. Then, a world began to grow under my pen. As a "reader" who has been immersed in novels for many years, I have lingered in countless universes constructed by others. But it is the first time in my life to pick up a pen and become an "author". I know clearly that there will inevitably be stumbling footsteps and immature brushwork on this road, but what surges in my heart is more of a wonderful expectation - I am not trying to create an omniscient and omnipotent hero, but I want to accompany a real person through her thorny road. The Su Wan I wrote had such a beginning. Every decision she makes, her struggle under calmness, and her perseverance in weighing are not the script I have preset, but the joint exploration and exploration between me and her in the world of words. I am not condescendingly "writing" her legend, I am more like a traveler, "accompanying" her growth. Those inevitable omissions may be proof that we stumble against each other but always move forward.