I felt that I was sensitive to words when I was a child, but as I grew up, I seemed to have slowly lost my literary and artistic instincts. This was probably due to the environment. After all, it was the environment that made me become a science student. After experiencing some things, I feel that everyone's life may be so wonderful but unknown, so I want to outline this turbulent and complicated world in my eyes.
My original intention: I feel the pressure of survival every day, and I am also very busy, with a lot of things to do. But words can always give people some comfort, whether they are reading or writing.
This is my first time writing such a running account, so please give me some advice. Updated from time to time.