It originated from hearing family stories from elders when I was young. When I was fourteen, I had the first outline. When he was ten years old, he wandered around alone, and many manuscripts were lost many times. Sometimes, when I look back after a long time, I suddenly regret that I did less. The story line has gradually become incomplete due to repeated deletions, and its outline has become blurred. So I think hosting it online seems to be a safer way. Their stories are interspersed with their own experiences. It's just the fulfillment of a commitment to myself that I've made for about ten years, nothing more. I hope people who like it can keep reading.
I want to finish writing a long story. The dreams of our grandparents that were terminated due to the war, the ups and downs and sad encounters caused by the coup; the beliefs and principles of our parents that were lost in the changing times, and the loneliness and confusion of our own generation that cannot be hidden and hidden despite the lack of food and clothing. In the peaceful age, the sadness and sorrow of the little people in the peaceful era were magnified again and again in the small world. This seems to be the original intention of drafting the story when I was 16 years old. But the most powerful motivation is that I will never forget that on the hilly pass of that island, my grandmother held her two young daughters in her hands, waiting in the twilight of the evening for the return home of my grandfather who was practicing medicine on the other side of the island. In that era when human nature was absurd and shameless, he suffered extreme physical and mental persecution, but he was still able to spend money to buy medicine for poor patients. Many years later, as an adult, I still often shed tears by what such a strange man said and did. This story has been imprinted in the depths of my soul since I can remember it, and it has become the motivation for everything I do. I am very lucky because having such a person made me understand very early what is the true definition of nobility in this world. As I approach my thirties, I am still a weed floating like duckweed in a foreign country. I don't know what the years will be like in the future. I hope that all the good things will continue to be good.