The long river of time flows quietly, and when I open my eyes, I breathe the air of 23 years old. One rainy afternoon, I thought this. Every day when I open my eyes, many ideas pop up in my head, but few of them are put into action to find a way to realize them. Now that I am in the late stages of procrastination, I want to insist on writing something every day to record my life in this way.
Concept: An ordinary person's ordinary life