Running around during the day made me "look up at the bright moon and lower my head to miss my hometown."
After thinking about my hometown, I missed my old friends. After thinking about my old friends, I didn't want to face the boring days alone, so I wrote a lot of writing talks, including the process of my relationship with literary creation, the birth of writing inspiration, and my writing mood. Here are the stars feeding me, the clarity washed by tears, and the lights of ten years of rain in the rivers and lakes...
Purpose: Writing purifies the soul.