Preface: This is a dream I had when I was young, written for my messy 20s, although I don't know if I can finish it by the time I'm 21.
Copywriting: In the small town in the dream, big fire clouds floated overhead, the ceiling fan in the classroom whirred exhaustedly, the sound of rustling writing at the table - and my shallow breathing, the unavoidable noise of frogs and cicadas outside the window. The whole world that I was tired of many years ago is now a past that I can never go back to.
Li Chongen, if time could go back again, I would never know you again.