Cai Kangyong wrote a book "Things Those Boys Taught Me". In the preface, he said: "... I will number you so that your faces will not gradually become blurred. By doing this, are you planning to always remember you, or are you planning to start forgetting you one by one? I am not sure. Maybe there will be boys to teach me."
In the past few days, I suddenly wanted to take note of the many friends around me. If you are lazy for a moment, just try to draw a dipper from a gourd. Of course my stuff is different from his. Although I like girls very much, I am not one of them. I write about them to remember them and share with them the memories that belong to us together. From a polite smile or a polite nod when we first met, to today's unbridled laughter and curses, undisguised emotions, slowly accumulated bit by bit, they are all precious memories for me. Although some people cannot be in the same place now, if they occasionally close their eyes, vivid faces and even vivid tones can emerge one by one. A very happy thing, isn't it?
To sum up, my starting point is well-intentioned. So, if someone finds me breaking the news one day, please believe my sincerity. What is that look? Why raise your fist? Please put the stool down. I won't mention names!
Let's start now while I still have the courage.
Well... Let me state it in advance: the order of writing is determined by inspiration, regardless of thickness. (Alas, it's not that I'm being overly cautious, it's just that group of people... They are obviously very ladies in front of others.)