I want to use the novel to briefly describe the rich and full reality, to miss, recall, and record everyone's different youth years. There are not so many ups and downs, and there are not so many easy excellences. It may be dull, but small luck and small beauty belong to everyone. History grows in secret. We grow up in the gaps of time and draw colorful pictures in the barren life. Nietzsche said: "If you underestimate a sailor's ability, then wish him smooth sailing!" So my protagonist does not have smooth sailing, only long winds and waves.