This article compiles some blog posts from last year to now. They are probably just fragmented memories and exaggerated lies. There may be childish reveries, there may be youthful feelings, there may be superficial prejudices - but all of these are rare treasures for me, who does not have a diary. Only through these occasional neurotic whispers can I see the so-called imprint of youthful existence, and can I remember the feelings of the deceased.
After all, great changes have taken place. Times in this world change too quickly.
Note: This article is in chronological order