This article is just to commemorate those leisurely days passed by:
The opening is very simple. On a sunny afternoon, I was lying alone on a small bed that I had not seen for a long time, holding a book and reading quietly. The comfort, the quietness in the warmth, the peaceful state of mind, quietly integrated with the surrounding environment. I like that feeling, just like the joy of coding alone in the quiet night.
I am not a well-known author, nor do I have such big pursuits. I just want to be a small version of myself, have my own small world, and wander around in my own world. I wanted to write about the lost years, but I felt it was too sad. The purpose was to record some happy existences, existences worth remembering. Those times recorded my growth.