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In our lives, the most beautiful thing is not to retain time, but to retain memories.

I have always wanted to record the clinical experience of an eight-month trainee nurse. Unfortunately, my writing skills are mediocre and I cannot describe the sufferings of the world. The paper falls lightly, and my eyes are full of dull emotions. It's a pity that my writing is rudimentary, and I always seem to be out of my depth. The pen in my hand seems to weigh a thousand pounds, and I can't swing it no matter what... The yellowed diary records too many stories, and our eight-month story begins here. My thoughts are drawn back to February 27th...