The original pen name was "Si Mingtu". As a souvenir, this essay will not be changed.
This is the story of Si Zhenzhen wandering in the world
She has a panoramic view of the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the coldness of the world
Si Zhenzhen shuttled around every corner with a black cat. She heard the sea breeze whispering, and saw the densely dyed forests.
She stood alone in this world, watching the joys and sorrows of the world, and watching the waxing and waning of the silver moon.
She compiled all the places she visited and the stories she heard into books, and labeled them like imprints.
Noise, corrosion, strangulation, hope, perdition, prejudice...
Put on a worldly face
I took the name "Si Zhen Zhen" from the meaning of "Zuo Zhen Zhen".
I hope she can wipe away the injustice and rot in the world for me
She lives in my world
She is another me
This is an essay, recording the memories behind the stories she wrote.
The article is narrated in the first person
Real and deeply rooted in people's hearts
Intention: The world is glitzy, where has she been today?
