Who knows if the years are passing by, the flowers will bloom and the snow will melt, another autumn will come. The black hair has been replaced by white hair, who knows how many times I will look back in this life?
I want to write something to record my past events.
Maybe it can be said to be a memoir, or it can be said to be one's own beautiful fantasy.
I have always wanted to write novels.
When I was in junior high school, I stupidly wrote youth novels. Those completed or unfinished books were all left in the storage box.
Looking back now, I feel that I was really stupid at the time. Such idiotic things can be written.
Of course, what is written today will definitely be completely different from what was written then.
After all, people grow up and have more experiences.
The blind illusion about love is gradually disillusioned.
I also understand more and more about people's psychology.
So, this thing, uh... Let's call it something.
Just treat this article as your own reflection and review of the past.