I have always wanted to use some light words to commemorate my past life, but my ability is shallow and I cannot express my inner thoughts. Furthermore, my experience is limited. I think the stories I write are interesting, but others may find them boring, so I just read them myself. So one day when I was taking a bath in the bathhouse, I suddenly had an idea and thought of a form. Fiction and reality might collide and create some sparks, in order to present something familiar.
Therefore, there is this pit, and I am happy to call it a pit, so that these words will appear less shabby. At least some people will be able to have fun after reading them, or wipe away tears in sympathy, so that these words will have their value.
I have always felt that before going to college is a stage in life, so I would like to use these words to commemorate and recall the eighteen years of my life, er, maybe I should say nineteen years.
I am writing a story, and I am the person in the story. I imagine that I am the center of the world, and I act cautiously and boldly.