I have been enriching my spiritual world by reading stories written by others, and today I finally made up my mind to write my own story. When I was just starting out, I felt a sense of accomplishment when I reached tens of thousands of words, and I decided to continue this story.
How many things in the past do you still remember? Do you still remember the embarrassments you had when you were young? Do you still remember the moments with your deskmate? Do you still remember those bright smiles, sad tears, confused eyes, and injuries? Do you still remember how excited you were at that time? People say that when you look back on the past, you won't be able to get out of the shadows. But in the memories, have you experienced that different kind of warmth?
There are no gorgeous sentences, no lingering emotions, no heart-stirring and thrilling words in my writing. What I have is only the innocence of my youth, my wonderful past, and my precious experiences. I love the lovely people who left memories for me on the road to youth, making my memories very warm...