How much can a young man's mind hold? It's nothing more than longing for beautiful women, brotherhood, and the unrestrained pursuit of novel and fun things. Yes, when we are eighteen or nineteen years old, we are still playful, and we have the wings of the most beautiful fantasy to spread our youth wantonly; but we gradually appreciate some of the bitterness of life. The chain of life has been wrapped around our feet. Maybe it won't be long before we will be bound by life like our parents. My stories are intermittent, and they are basically real experiences of myself or my friends, or imaginings when I am still sleeping. There are the most beautiful stories and the most real people in youth. I am just a simple narrator. I used fantasy to add beautiful backgrounds to them, making each story flow more beautifully. I will tell you all my little thoughts in words.