In the summer of the year of SARS, Xiao Ming was still living in a small northern village. In the summer of this year's World Expo, he was already an old and experienced "sea drifter".
This life is so glamorous and boring, hard-earned and makes people want to escape.
In more than ten years of living in Shanghai, he has become Mr. Xiaoming from Xiaoming's classmate, and sometimes Mr. Xiaoming.
I accidentally came across some prose essays that he left in his room when he moved. I didn't want the good articles to be buried here, so I posted them here for everyone to enjoy.
The cover is a small poem:
When I was a kid, I often
I fantasize about having a time machine to help me travel through time and space.
When I grew up, I realized that
In fact, we are traveling through time and space
——Every hour, every moment, every minute, every second.
———————————————————In a way that conforms to the time.