Documentary literature about medical students and accountant dogs
I met Xiaoy in 2016.
That midsummer now feels comfortable and peaceful, and the quarrel between Clover and Planet Rice gradually faded out of my life. Accompanied by a few cicadas, I walked into Class 3, Grade 1, for the first time. At that time, I only cared about whether this class was a key class, and I focused on studying hard to serve the motherland. I had no idea what would happen in the future, and I had no idea who would fill most of my life to this day.
Purpose: For people who don't like to travel or socialize, it is really difficult to make friends and create memories, but they are often worried about lying in a rocking chair when their hair is gray and there is no past to recall. Fortunately, after studying for several years, I can still speak into sentences. While the memories are still fresh and the emotions are still real, I can use shallow words to record the deep feelings. The author's writing style is crude and is based on recording life. If there is any offense, please forgive me.