A ship comes from afar,
Quietly landed on the shore.
A seagull flies by,
Stepped into my heart.
Looking quietly,
That. . . . . . That. . . . . .
Isn't it my long-lost friend?
How?
He came back from afar again.
Quietly,
I stared,
Friends - happiness
(Note: The above text has been published on Sina Blog)
The first time I write a novel is also a commemoration of those ignorant years. I hope you can like my words and the slippage of the years as a rookie. I will narrate a somewhat primitive memory in the future words. It may be a little naive, but after reading it, you will find that it really existed in your life, and there is nothing hypocritical. With this persistence, I decided to record this memory. I hope everyone can support me.