The impulse to write this article probably first occurred in high school. At that time, I was experiencing the pain of a campus love affair and became obsessed with various literary novels about youth pain.
Among them, a group of contemporary cultural writers headed by Guo Jingming had a profound impact on my later writing. An author who doesn't know whether to be called a cook or a writer uses scattered and fragmented words to record the interesting people and stories he encounters during his journey in the world, as well as his own feelings and growth about these. There was a time when I was crazy and obsessed with this writer's stories, which were so warm and healing that for a long time I fantasized about writing stories like his and publishing a book of my own.
But when I racked my brains and thought about how to write, I couldn't find how to start my story. I once thought that maybe my writing skills at that time were not good enough, or that my experience and feelings about life were not deep enough, so I wanted to write my own story. I started writing it from high school until 6 years after graduation and working.
At this moment, I don't know where this story will end up and how it will be presented. It may not be a book in the end, but my fingers on the keyboard keep tapping the characters. It seems that the purpose is no longer to write a perfect story or publish a book of my own, but more like telling my high school self about the warm and healing moments of these years.
Here, I would like to thank the friends who appear in every story. You are my warm light.
At this moment, I want to hold you in my arms.
Intention: Love rises with the wind, but it is difficult to calm down when the wind stops.