One step, two steps, three steps. I don't know how to go.
A pot of wine and a sentence can explain all aspects of life
Watching the ups and downs of prosperity, I am left with only melancholy on my face.
See where there are thorns and dust.
They are all short stories, both sad and sweet, just for practicing writing.
Just practice writing, hope not to go into details.
Intention: Confused, self-sorrowing and smiling
