In our fast-paced society, everyone seems to be doing their own things in a hurry. However, when night falls, when we are alone in a dark room, looking at the white and black ceiling, two lines of hot tears have flowed into our ears unknowingly. At that moment, we feel wronged, useless, and worthless. However, we overlook one thing. The vast majority of us are just ordinary people. We have no superpowers. If this is the case, why should we require ourselves to be at a superhuman level? In this novel, I want to tell the story of an ordinary rural girl growing up into a 985 college student. From the countryside to the city, from ignorance to knowledge. What remains unchanged is that occasionally, just occasionally, when she loses her pursuit of goals at a certain period of time, or has achieved a goal, in the dead of night, looking at the ceiling alone, she still sheds tears. In her, maybe each of us can see the shadow of our own past, or we can discover the life attitude we want, and get a little bit of comfort from it...
Purpose: Each of us has only one life, and it deserves our careful management.