This is an essay that I usually like to write. The main purpose is to write about my own feelings. Most people are definitely not interested or have the energy to understand others, so let me talk in a corner.
From other people's point of view, most of these are just my sentimental works. I also think that some of them are just a temporary sadness for spring and autumn, or a little artistic energy in adolescence. But let me record it for the time being. I don't want to keep it in my heart forever, and I am afraid of forgetting it later.
Intention: a momentary thought