This article has been forgotten in Jinjiang for a long time. I have forgotten why I wrote it. I read it a few days ago and vaguely saw myself in the words. Although the "life experience" of Xiaowen in the story is completely different from mine, maybe she suddenly became myself in another time and space on a certain day or at a certain moment. I don't know what I'm talking about. I seem to have a lot to say, but I can only light up a cigarette in silence, watching the smoke cloud my world, looking at the sky, and watching the red and white traffic flowing in the opposite direction in the night...
Perhaps just like her name, it seems to have "a thousand words", but in the end it is just "a thousand words".
Above.
Intention: loss and reunion, encounter and fight, destruction and then establishment
