This is my first collection of essays, also known as "The Source". There is no intertwining of fame and fortune, no sadness and sorrow, no gains and losses, but the alternation of day and night, the coming and going of spring and autumn, just ordinary days. I shuttled through the hurried time, trying to figure out the unintentional words and the glances I passed by. I just believe that some people like this kind of indifferent and casual writing. If so, I will wait here and quietly write about the joys and sorrows I experienced at the end of the story in which I participated or did not participate.
Purpose: Recording experiences