The son said: Dad, you sit at your desk and write every day, why not take it out and let others take a look. In fact, there is nothing good or bad about the art of writing. It is just a confession and communication of the soul, and there is nothing mysterious about it.
After listening to my son's words and thinking about it, it makes some sense. So I wrote down in eloquent words the anecdotes and anecdotes I had seen and heard over the past decades, which had also made my heart surge with emotion.
Purpose: to solve the puzzles of life