After reading novels for more than thirty years, I realize that my chest contains mountains and valleys, and my belly contains the world. Then he picked up his pen and wanted to write, but he forgot the words when he was on the paper. After sitting for more than ten days, he could only write five words, and he almost gave up his pen. One night as I fell into a dream, I suddenly realized: Isn't this situation exactly what I want to write about? However, after waking up from the dream, I was left with no choice but to lie down on the couch and sleep soundly, and I had to continue thinking. Originally it was to express my feelings, but I suddenly thought that there might be a close friend in the world, and I would like to share the joy of this place.
