By chance, I applied to be an author in Jinjiang. I didn't plan to write it originally, after all, no one would read it. But now that I have written it, what am I writing for? Just use it as a diary. After all, I have too many emotions for no reason. This diary is not afraid of being peeked. After all, the words I leave behind are as far away as stories to others. No one here knows me. I can finally express my feelings about things that are usually unspeakable. If you are like me, there are always some feelings that must be spoken. If you feel its touch at this moment, whether it is cool or biting, try to speak it out, it is listening. Tell everything to the wind.