I originally thought that happiness was a very easy thing. Isn't it just a matter of grinning and being shameless? But the older I get, the more I realize that in the adult world, real happiness is scarce and true love is too difficult. So I thought about recording the happy moments in life every day and looking at them again when I'm unhappy. Can I recall those happy memories and add more energy to find happiness in the future?
Purpose: to record childhood memories, hoping that the gypsum mine that once brought me warmth can always live in my writing.