For a long time, I fell into a state of confusion. Looking back on my life, it seemed that there was nothing significant in my life.
It was during this year of frustration that I suddenly realized that ordinary people accounted for a large proportion of the population, so why should I ask myself to be a great man or a great writer?
It's the little mundane things that reveal life, right? As Yu Hua said: A real writer always writes for his heart.
Maybe they were just pitiful words to comfort myself, but at this moment I suddenly felt the urge to write.
So this book was created just for the sake of it.
Purpose: life