In this world, most people live ordinary lives.
Ordinary birth, ordinary growth, and then ordinary old age.
In our ordinary life, every time we take a step forward and look back, most of the time, there are not too many twists and turns, nor too many great joys and sorrows.
But many years later, when we step out of that period and look back, these ordinary times, and the insignificant little emotions in these ordinary times, the little love, the little loneliness, the little joy, can always shine with a warm but not dazzling light in the memory.
One afternoon, I saw the clouds quietly illuminated by the sun, stacked together and forming a ball. That warm, soft, and fluffy feeling is like a memory that suddenly arises at that moment.
Therefore, I wrote the story of this ordinary boy named Lin Xiao who stumbled all the way from high school. He met many people, passed many people, and missed many people in the end, but life will always go on. There is me in this story, and there may also be you and you.
I hope that one day when I grow old, I can still use this story to remember the past.
I hope I never forget, and I hope you never forget.
Purpose: As we get older, life will always be difficult. Whenever we recall the past, our youth always shines brightly. But as time goes by, there will always be a day when I suddenly realize that some people and things have become blurred in my memory without knowing when. So I write these stories because I don't want to forget them. If the story happens to have your shadow in it, and it can make the person reading it recall some people and things that are about to disappear from memory at that moment, and be able to think of some warmth in the sometimes difficult life, that would be great.