I always hope that one day I can use the pen in my hand to record the ups and downs of my life, what I see, hear, feel and think bit by bit.
Today is May 8, 2014. I am sitting on a stone bench on the lawn, breathing in the fresh air and seeing a green field in front of my eyes. In such a peaceful environment, I cannot calm down. I am 20 years old, and I thought this book would start from when I was 20 years old and tell my past, present and future that is not the future.
This was the beginning of my writing of "The Chronicles of White River" and the beginning of my falling into a huge whirlpool. I use the last part of my life that is about to fall asleep to tell the story of the beginning of my 20s. Don't worry, I live in my happiness all my life. This is my story, a story that may feel boring or lacking in life.
This is a passage I read in a book when I was in college, and I would like to share it with you all: "This floating life is like a dream, so short-lived, unpredictable and impermanent. Why should people talk about the real sufferings and illusions of dreams in the world? Human beings are born in this world. It goes away in a hurry, without a trace, and people should cherish life. Reality is like a dream, and dreams are like life. The boundaries between dreams and reality are so blurred. In reality, people must be able to endure pain, heartache, and loneliness. Whether it is good or bad, they can forget their grudges with a smile. "
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