On an autumn night when I was twelve years old, the evening wind knocked on the window, and I picked up my pen.
I have seen many people's lives trapped in day-to-day life.
We rush forward with full expectations, but we continue to encounter regrets.
Record the simplest joys and sorrows in the world, those unspeakable confusions, and the wishes that disappear silently.
The years are like dust, and everything is ordinary.
If you also have worries that you have nowhere to put, you might as well stop and read my words.
[Tag: Realistic | Teenage Perspective | Slow Heat | Healing and Depressing | BE Keynote]
When the autumn wind blows over the windowsill, I often think about the world.
We are like floating dust, carried away by the wind of time, running around, struggling, and expecting. After many efforts, we still cannot get what we want.
There are no ups and downs of dramatic conflicts, no miracles of sudden change.
There are only ordinary people's days and nights, the long and quiet sadness hidden under the fireworks.
I was born in the ordinary and grew up in the hustle and bustle.
Write down all the farewells, failed expectations, and irreversible moments you see along the way.
Everyone in the world hopes for perfection, but regret is the normal state of life.
Purpose: To observe the world through the eyes of a young man, and to describe the regrets and struggles of ordinary people hidden in the fireworks. Calmly accept the normality that life cannot be perfect, and record the long and quiet joys and sorrows of ordinary life.
