I wanted to write this because I had read a few retrospective novels recently. I felt itchy, but I was also afraid that people I knew would see my little thoughts at the time, so I had no outline, no manuscripts, and an unfamiliar environment. I wrote about my youth and memories. I pointed to the Internet to make it last forever. I also hope that after writing it, I can let it go and forget it. . .
The heart is also the core, and things will eventually pass away. . . When the core is gone, it is just a matter of thoughts. . .