Your life is your own story. Who doesn't want to write dreams in the palm of his hand? But things often backfire. Na Hui is a person who doesn't have many friends, but her few friends each have their own "abstract" qualities. Nahui wrote down these feelings, hoping to reveal to readers the color of the scenery of youth. Those stories that turn youth into line poems are certainly beautiful, but someone also needs to turn youth into a shoal. Although there are toads in the shallows, there are also whispers in the wind, moisture in the rain, iridescence in the sun, and whiteness in the reflection. The story is unfolded by Na Hui's friends, starting from Na Hui's visual focus, taking you through the confusion, low self-esteem, reality, and struggles that occurred in adolescence. Whose life is it? Maybe it's mine, maybe it's yours. In short, this is a group portrait story about youth, growth and love. Maybe you can find yourself in the story, but first, as the author, I found "me" in the story. I don't really want to write a brief introduction to each character here, because every character is "alive". They are complex, brave, jealous, and crazy. They are like the hot and burning people in every life of you and me. I can't write a one-sentence introduction to them. As for your feelings after reading this novel, if you also have your own thoughts about life, I think we can be friends. This is like a chat room, I hope everyone has their own answers, including you. Happy opening the book, and I also wish you "open the title page of 'tomorrow'". ——Love your author.
Intention: Seeing your confusion, maybe you and I have stood at this intersection.