The road of life is slow. Faced with the busy life and work, I stopped and picked up the words that had been forgotten and abandoned for many years. How should I introduce me to you? A young man from a small town who failed to resign from a big factory and is currently unemployed as a full-time daughter; a weak-willed young woman whose career has not improved; whose dreams are far from reality; who is called aunty by children and eldest sister by adults; or an absurd author who wants to write but is coerced by the digital age into a ridiculous author who forgets to pick up a pen and cannot write the beginning; these all seem to be me, but they all seem to be narrow-minded. As the saying goes, geese leave their voices when they pass by, and people leave their names when they pass by. I have thought about what I want to write countless times in my mind, and I have written down the people and things I have encountered in the past twenty years to comfort myself as I pass through life. I don't know if you also like to drink drinks while reading. If you happen to be reading my story, I would like to ask you to fill up your glasses and let's toast.
Purpose: Passing through life