All experiences are beautiful. I used to like to use this sentence when writing essays, but in the end I found that I was just lying to myself. If possible, I hope this never happened in the first place. If possible, just forget about it...
I don't know where to start this story, so let's start from the beginning
Over the years, these things have actually become very faint in my heart, as if they are about to be forgotten, but when I think of them again, it still hurts and hurts, and I will never forget them, so I choose to write them down and remember them forever. Maybe in this way, everything will become insignificant...
When I picked up the pen and prepared to start writing all this, nearly 10 years had passed since all of this. Looking back now, maybe it was from then on that my edges began to be smoothed away little by little. The me who was once lively and cheerful and could not hide things in my heart, has been lost since then.
Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Miaomiao, but just call me Xiaoqi. In fact, my real name is not that, but my mother said that I am short of water in my life, so I will try my best to replenish it here. Why is it called Xiaoqi? Because I like the number seven very much. I hope I can be a little bit lucky here, even just a little bit.
Intention: Record the sadness that cannot be forgotten