My name is Mo Li. I am a reporter for a magazine. I first lived in the UK. Others call me a weirdo girl because I always tell weird things, such as stories about knights and princesses, stories about people and demons in the magical world, etc. They all enjoyed hearing my stories. But when I say these are true, they always say with a mocking tone, Li, stop being a reporter and write a book, you will definitely become famous. It was really frustrating and no one believed me. In fact, I don't believe it myself. If it weren't for that experience in my senior year of high school, I think I would be like them. Think of yourself as a person with a great imagination.
The days of my senior year in high school were perhaps the most unforgettable days in my life. It was full of fantasy. Now when I think about it again, I still think I am dreaming, a long dream. If possible, I hope I will never wake up. There is my deepest hope and love. I moved to England three years ago. I knew this dream was not over. I was waiting for an answer. It's just that the long wait made me a little tired. I began to worry that I had forgotten those lovely people, and that I would treat those things as random thoughts like my friends, but I knew that those were memories of the past and memories forever.
Whenever the sunshine fills the small loft where I work and shines on my face, I will smell the scent of time. Memory holds the hand of time and runs like an arrow...