This text is an autobiographical novel and also a fragment of my seventy-year life experience memories.
The passing years often travel through time and space, flashing back and flowing in my mind. Interspersed, interlaced, overprinted. The sparks of collision between the marks of the past and today's thoughts set fire to my heart, and the tide of emotion flowed freely. I just jotted these down, regardless of their roughness and superficiality.
Due to various reasons, most of the names of people and places in the article are fictitious. Most of the characters and events are deduced and fictionalized from fragments and legends of past life, so there must be no accuracy at all. Only emotion is real.
I write my heart with my pen.
Intention: In the long river of human history, people are just a speck of dust