In the autumn, looking at the fallen trees, I began to fantasize about some random stories.
The story is not long, and Lala Zaza only has a few thousand words.
The content of the story is neither happy nor sad, it is just a short story.
Life is full of stories. Maybe this story happened around you, and I just exaggerated or beautified it.
Each story is self-contained and not connected, so you don't have to worry about falling into a pit and not being able to climb out.
The pit is shallow and there is no trace of your feet.