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On the most special day in the depth of winter, when the firecrackers exploded, I made an agreement with a special old friend to write a story to record a wonderful memory. At first, I refused because my writing skills were not good, but he insisted on it, and I could not refuse, so I started this article with him. He cheerfully assigned me to write the first half, and he continued to write the second half. He specially brought a friend into the plan to add a section that seemed to be more important. The two of us mutually decided not to look at each other's parts, as if we were secretly competing to see whose story was more exciting. Of course, this makes it difficult for our story to correspond. It is still the key friend who watches both sides. A wonderful continuation makes this article barely connected. I talked with him in detail. I recalled the writing process and told him that the beginning of the story was beautiful and happy. He confidently said that the ending of the story was also beautiful and happy. Only that friend knew that the story was beautiful and strange. According to his account, part of the story actually ran in an unknown direction, which made the ending different. After listening to his story, we all frowned, guessing which weird link had an inexplicable problem, but in the end we tacitly agreed to all the developments, and no one rewrote a word of the story. Maybe you don't understand this, but this book is meant to record our experiences. In reality, he and I are quite satisfied with the ending. Maybe it is because we have never known the other side of the story in each other's hearts that we feel that there are some secrets. Being honest and not honest is the most real. There is no such thing as black and white. We are all extremely complex individuals, aren't we? Perhaps our narrative is incomplete. There are too many stories and experiences that cannot be written down in just a few hundred thousand words. These skipped times are the life I have truly experienced. How can a few numbers describe it clearly? Perhaps our words are too pale and thin to express the magnificence in others' eyes. However, this is fine, it is a precious time record that belongs exclusively to us. "Then what happened later? Which one of you put this story away? Why have I never seen it before?" "I have never seen him again. He may have taken a boat and gone to another world. He may also want to have a wonderful experience and experience the magnificent spectacle of life." Concept: The happiness among children is always enviable...