The story is ordinary but unstable, and it is also a period of turmoil in youth. At that rebellious and imaginative age, if I don't keep many precious memories now, I'm afraid I won't be able to remember them in the future. There are about 100,000 words. I wanted to finish it in one go without a title, but writing it would be too tiring, so I'll divide it into three parts: high school, college, and now the shouting and hesitation. The specific ending has not been decided yet, whether it will be sad or happy will depend on the development of time. I have always wanted to write, but I am always afraid that I will not write well. After all, the writing style is too shallow. I thought that I was really ignorant. I didn't say much and just went on in a daze.
Intention: We are nostalgic for beauties and surging mountains and rivers, but our steps never stop.