"The paper is full of absurd words and a handful of bitter tears. It is said that the author is an idiot, who can understand its meaning?"
Admittedly, I experienced such a process only once, a few years later, but when I opened this essay again, I thought I would definitely think of how those days and nights went by, and why did I have to do this? To become famous and sell to get rich? Obviously not. This is inconsistent with the starting point of every essay I write. It also conflicts with my love for literature. It is also very different from the reality. So what is the reason that makes me make this kind of decision that has neither fame nor fortune nor easy enjoyment? That must be because I need to use my own pen to completely and ideally record my living conditions and mental journey. Therefore, many years later, I will definitely be able to find my original intention for myself. What a simple and natural heart it is!
Yes, just like my usual habit, I am a person who is willing to applaud my life and leave precious memories of my youth. Even in a certain decision, I am stubborn in a way that others are not. I am stubborn in sharing my works and happiness with people, and stubborn in leaving some clues to the future to find my experiences when I was young. In the final analysis, my dream is clean and pure, and there is no room for hypocrisy! Of course, at such a moment, I still can't keep talking about some slightly enlightened words. I should talk about how excited I feel at the moment.