Every time I close my eyes, many things that happened in the past will appear in my mind, and I feel that I should not forget them.
When these were written down, the feeling was like a spring breeze, constantly blowing on the water, and the rippling waves were the presentation of memories again and again, giving people a beautiful and ethereal feeling.
For my life, whether it is others or myself, when one thing appears in my memory, I seem to have a God's perspective, but the camera is not a golden finger. I cannot use my own hands to modify or repair everything I regret.
This time, I will re-live the story of youth from the perspective of "me".
Minesweeper: There is only one chapter in this article, it is just a story. Please do not take it for yourself. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Intention: I hope we can have a pure land in our hearts
