I don't know if it's because I am a sentimental person at heart, or because I am a person who changes with the objective. I think no matter what, along the way, maybe only I can see myself completely and clearly. In the fleeting years of this world, what can be left behind may only be a feeling. Although, in the eyes of many people, a life of more than 20 years is like the sun that has just risen, a young heart will always carry an inexplicable sense of crisis and burden, which is especially obvious in me, haha - melancholy! Since I have no talent for literary creation, I always felt that the writing was not ideal and I kept revising and revising it. Therefore, this story has never been read by anyone. My hands, exposed to the cold air, were as cold as marinated chicken feet, but I felt a ray of comfort. When you have nothing to do, chewing your own words and telling your own stories can be considered a kind of enjoyment. What has happened, or is about to happen, exists like a real thing, but mood is an uncertain element. The so-called happiness and the so-called sadness are just momentary feelings. If you feel happy, that is happiness; if you feel sad, that is sadness. I know that there are too many people with stories in this big world. I don't expect a large audience, nor do I seek to please others. I only seek the comfort I feel after speaking. Abandon flashy words and describe my feelings in plain words, because life is inherently plain----