It was winter when I wrote this novel, which is my favorite season. However, this season carries too much for me. Happiness, sadness, friendship, and love are all entangled and ended in this season. I can't let go.
Are we too young, so a lot of pain can be earth-shattering with just the slightest touch?
Did the God who controls destiny take a nap, and then the war breaks out and our lives are in chaos?
So like a ritual, I went to Langshan Mountain, burned incense and worshiped Buddha, prayed for the safety and happiness of my family and friends, and abandoned the bad past and started a new life.
Regarding love, I prefer to succumb to the warmth of reality and the ideal of life. Those cruelties can be defeated or solved. No matter what you are experiencing, secret love, passionate love or lovelorn love, you have to believe that in this crowded little world, there must be someone who can tolerate your ignorance and confusion, your willfulness and publicity, appreciate your innocence and sunshine, get close to you, fall in love with you, and ultimately stay with you for the rest of your life. Holding the son's hand and growing up together with him is probably the final destination of this novel.
Conception: