He who knows me tells me that I am worried;
If you don't know me, what do I want?
When I was young, I was burdened with too much. All that I had been attached to in the past was only left with a sense of confusion in the end.
The ancient walls of Kezhou bear witness to the lives of thousands of people in this city. Without exception, no one can escape the shackles of fate.
Or stand up angrily to resist the cruel poisonous arrows of fate, or suddenly endure the boundless sea of suffering in this world.
In this confusing life, are those faint and graceful lights and shadows that once flashed dreams? Or a more painful scar given by God.
Life is just like catkins before the wind,
Joy is sporadic.
Sadness is sporadic.
All of them are Lian Jiang and Dian Dianping.
Newcomers try it out in the water, most of the perspective extras are first person, and the main text is third person
Intention: I hope there is still a way forward in confusion