Content introduction: My name is Li Zitian, you read that right, I am Li Zitian, and I live in Lijiacun. The origin of this name can be traced back to my childhood 12 years ago. My parents are out-and-out farmers. They can't even write their own names, let alone name me. Before I was three years old, my name was Niu. Of course, Niu was just a modal particle. It wasn't until one day when I was three years old that I went to pick up ripe plums from the plum tree at the head of the village with my little friends Xiao Huzi, Er Gouzi and Xiao Yingying, that I got my name. I am a foodie myself, so I had to give myself a foodie name. Now that I think about it, if I had known that I had repeated it at that time, I would have eaten the plums and never said that sentence while eating--Li Zitian. The origin of the name was given to me by my parents who were foodies who kept repeating a sentence. The only thing I'm thankful for is... I didn't catch up with winter and kept saying that persimmon cakes are delicious. Otherwise, today's ending might be that I am called Li Persimmon Cake.
I thought my life was destined to be ordinary and happy, until my parents and my friends left me, and the village I lived in ceased to exist. Where should I go with my life? ? ?