Bottom Corner

I recently reviewed the works of Mr. Haruki Murakami, and I had the urge to write an autobiographical novel. In fact, it can't be regarded as a temporary impulse. I had this idea a few years ago, but then I thought about it. If I am not a famous figure, but just a common citizen, I don't have much emotion to express. The deeper reason for rekindling this idea this time is that I want to summarize my campus life, and also serve as a link for the friends around me to maintain the future, and find a place where the incredible things that were filled with before belong to their existence. We and the big people are just a sprinkling of starlight in the boundless galaxy. The light and shadow of the big people make the surrounding small space bright, and the few glimmers of light from us ordinary people condensed together have a bright light that is not inferior to the big people. This book tells the story of several college students. He does not belong to a certain person, but to the part that is engraved deep in our memory. The bottom corner of our condensed light group, an invisible tie that interweaves us back and forth, presents the story.