When I sit on the rocking chair in the study with a book and read other people's stories, I often find my own reflection in the stories, or immerse myself in the stories, so that I am often moved to tears. We are looking for our own shadow in every article and novel we read, and when we find it, we sigh, feel sad, or shed tears. While I was moved by the story, I often thought that I would also write my story to share with those who have a sympathies, or leave it to myself when I am old. For me, this is such a happy thing. But I have never dared to do this. I was afraid that my writing skills were still too immature and would ruin my youth. Then I thought about it again and realized that procrastination is not a problem, so I didn't start writing until now.
I wrote my own shadow in the story, and also the shadows of many people in my life, including mine, hers, and yours. This story contains our most real life, the most beautiful love, and the most intimate feelings; the entanglement of love and hate, the conflict between reality and ideals, and the joy and pain of growing up are also interspersed in it. The growth story of each of us is vigorous, as delicate and charming as azalea, which is an eternal touch of red in the heart. The story is about a young man's growth process from the countryside to the city. His troubles and bitterness represent the troubles and bitterness of our generation's growth. I hope everyone can find their own shadow in the story, and I hope you like it.