Memoirs of Spring Miao

I don't know where to start my story. I have been looking for inspiration for a long time in the past, but I have never been able to write. In less than thirty years, I have experienced what others have experienced in fifty or sixty years. I have always felt that people's fate is destined, and this is my fate. I have always wanted to write these stories, but I can never find the beginning of the story, and the story has no ending. Sometimes I am afraid, afraid that I will recall it, afraid that the pain will be overwhelming and sweeping towards me, afraid that I will burst into tears as I recall it and be unable to write it down. Maybe my story is only one in a trillion, ordinary stories can no longer be ordinary, but the urge in my heart to write them out cannot be let go...