I have always loved reading, and my greatest wish is to be buried among books one day. Even so, I always feel that I have read too few books, and I have not read a few properly. My favorite is "A Dream of Red Mansions". I don't know how many times I have read it. I still read it from time to time. The more I read, the more shy I feel about writing. But the more I read, the more I want to write. It's really sad. The person who died before the book was finished is one of the great regrets in life, and it has great charm.
I still decided to write it down, not for any other reason but because I have no place to express my foolish words and no place to shed my tears of hatred. I want to write about my experiences, my feelings, and my crazy thoughts, just to get a life of ease.
It's really messy right now. Maybe I'll sort it out after I write it, but I want to start writing but I don't know where to start. This matter is more emotionally confusing than my heart.
Intention: Just to express some emotions