I look back at some emotional anecdotes from my teenage years. The stories in the book are not all personal experiences. Some of the experiences are taken from the narration and sharing of others, and are retold from the first-person perspective, mixed and re-created. During this period, there are ignorant heartbeats, and there are also brief encounters and partings like morning dew. Looking back at these past events, it is not to indulge in love, but to examine oneself through the passages of old people and events, and see how the past self slowly awakened and transformed in the gains and losses of love, hate. This article contains a lot of fictional interpretations, so please do not take it personally.
Concept: Those things that are not worth mentioning have shaped the "me" that I am today