This is a story and a life. We can be spectators, but we will find that we see our own shadow.
The memory of the sixteen-year-old is of a field under the sun, with blooming mountain flowers and a gentle breeze, but the footprints of childhood ended abruptly here; the memory of the seventeen-year-old is of climbing a dangerous peak with loose rocks, wind, rain and rainbows, and the pace of life unfolds from there.
When you and I look back occasionally, we will find that the past scenes gradually disappear into the distance of our memory, and we will feel a sense of loss.
In the past fifteen years, what I have experienced is not only the misty first love, but also the changes in my state of mind. The mind in the ivory tower is inevitably stained with the dust of reality. On the contrary, when it comes to love and life, we see it more truly and clearly.
It is written not to commemorate, but to forget. This is the purpose of this work: to laugh and forget for fifteen years.