This is one person's world and the memories of two people.
In the midst of thousands of flowers, how can one not be touched by any of the leaves?
"Occasionally I miss that summer in the Valley of Flowers, even though everything has changed."
——Mo Yi
[So-called pre-reading instructions (?)]
1. Everything is just a memory. In order to give the memories a place to put them, I still can't help but dig holes.
2. I became an A before the 1990s, so everything is based on the 1980s. I don't know anything about it now. I have been A for so long that I even forgot many details. If there are any mistakes, please point out, but please don't copy things from the 90s.
3. Whether it's true or false, don't be too attached.
4. This article is just a very simple essay written according to my mood. I write whatever comes to mind. There is no outline and it is a messy essay.
I inexplicably like this cover picture, even though it took me an hour and a half to do it (the efficiency is so low -_____-
Also, this is purely a sudden essay, and updates are not guaranteed.