I thought I was a storyteller, and I also thought I was a storyteller.
I thought about many ways to tell stories in a wonderful and attractive way, but later I realized that what I wanted to tell was not a story, but my outlook on life, world view, and views on love and human nature.
There are two scenes that I particularly miss:
In the blue sky, the hero and heroine are sitting on the square by the sea, looking up at the sky, and the kite is flying across the sky.
On a bright afternoon, the hero and heroine walked hand in hand through a long and narrow alley. On the side of the road were old men playing chess and basking in the sun.
At that moment, time should be eternity.
Even a lifelong love story should have an ending before it ends. No matter how touching it is, those who should leave will leave, and those who should reunite will meet again. There is no eternal sadness, only a momentary aftertaste.
Sometimes I hope that my life will be like a story, with a faint farewell in the ending, forgetting the beginning and ending the follow-up.