This can hardly be said to be a novel, because most of it is my own real life, and other than that, it is a romantic dream outside of life. I agree with what Wang Xiaobo said: The best work is the work that explains your own, so there is absolutely no possibility of catering to others.
This year is at the end of adulthood, and it would be a shame not to give yourself a gift. So that I am writing these straightforward things at this moment. First of all, I am not a writer, and I can't say how hungry I am for this career. My most thirsty wish is to carry a package that is not burdensome at all and walk among the mountains and rivers. The most magnificent hope is only in your twilight years, pretending to be young and frivolous, and saying to your first love after not seeing each other for many years: I have been to many places, seen many bridges, seen many clouds, drank many kinds of wine, but I have only loved one person of the right age. At this moment, I was thinking blankly that she would definitely have a pair of eyes that were as smart as ever.
In any case, no matter whose arms you are holding at the moment, or even if you have not missed me for many years, I sincerely say: you are a scenery that must be seen in my life. No matter whose ear you whisper in, you have never breathed in my ear, but I want to tell you that you are the first woman in my life that I fell in love with without unbuttoning her clothes, and you will also be the last one.