Here is a record of a child's more than ten years, including the little black dog in her memory, the childhood that she went crazy and making trouble with, and the old friends who slowly walked into different lives; there are her glory and fragility, the ordinary daily life, and those unforgettable people and things. But the older she grows, the more she understands that knowing many truths does not mean that she can do them. Who cares, don't cry until dawn today.
Purpose: To satisfy the author's small selfishness