I didn't think about it, I just wrote it casually, I didn't accept criticism, it's a primary school student's writing style, I wrote it before and forgot to save it to save my life.
This article pays tribute to my half-year life in the studio in my senior year of high school. I am very grateful to my teachers and classmates. I am sorry that I did not take every assignment, each classmate, and the expectations of my parents seriously. I wrote this novel with deep apologies and guilt. There have been many changes in it. I have regretted it countless times and dare not ask for forgiveness, but I am moved and consider it as sadness for the loss of youth.
In fact, another reason for writing this novel is that I have read a few books recently and felt that I can write something again, so I wrote a few chapters. Recently, I read San Mao's "The Rainy Season Never Comes Again". I thought that I should leave something behind in my youth. I can't wait until I have forgotten all about it and be miserable and upset. I don't think I can understand the troubles I felt at that time now. I just hope it can be reflected in the book.
Yesterday will never come again, the tall buildings stand majestically
Tomorrow is bound to come, and there will be people climbing the tall buildings
It is a story about a novice who comes to the studio.
Intention: Write whatever you want