This is a short story written in the winter when I was alone.
I feel very sad because I have read too many people's happy and sad stories. I stayed in my room alone and rarely left the house, with no one to keep me company except my computer and books. Xiaomu's life is just like my own, but what he has experienced is something I have never experienced.
There are too many tragedies in this world, and we can only live well in our respective corners. Just like Xiaomu said, when you wake up, everything will be fine.
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