Traveling Back to My Mother's Unmarried Days

I don't know how to write novels, but I have written a few, which are very unsatisfactory. Originally, I didn't want to write anymore, but before the Winter Clothes Festival, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that my mother made small butter cakes for me to eat. Because of this dream, I wanted to write a novel for my mother, not for making money or traffic, but just to relieve my feelings, both for my mother and for myself. Due to my limited skills, I conceived the idea for several days in advance, but I cried several times before writing.