"There are thousands of dust floating around in this world, but I am smiling at the visitors as I pick up my pen."
Remember, everything started from the arrogant dream of creation when I was 16 years old. —Inscription
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(Foreword)
People ask me in surprise: "Are you a writer?"
And I laughed up and down—
"No, I am the messenger who travels through dreams, the god who records the pleasures of the world."
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This is a diary, an essay, or an autobiography.
Whatever it is, it is the trace I leave on this world.
Purpose: If I die accidentally one day, this will be my last words to the world.