
90 Generation
90这一代
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 110k Words
- Genre
- Realistic Fiction
- Audience
- Male
- Subgenre
- Period Narrative
- Updated
- 2mo ago
- Source
- Qidian
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I miss you, me, him, and those born in the 1990s. If we feel something, we can express it. If we resonate with each other, we can express our words of advice in writing! !
This book comes from the author's direct expression of his thoughts when he started. It may also be stopped at any time for tomorrow when he doesn't want to complain for nothing. It will tell at least 90 stories that he wants to tell now. I hope that you and I, who are destined, can leave yours, mine, and our generation's innocent stories or "reminiscences of childhood", or the melancholy experience of "a young man leaves home and an old man returns", or "an old man's ambition." With the lofty ambition of "Thousands of Miles", this book will not have a domineering president, nor will there be a counterattack by a diaosi, nor will there be a rich woman with a daughter. I hope that it will be a realistic scenery that will accompany our generation through thorny journeys without feeling pain. I hope that it will be a freehand feeling that has tears to shed but is not desolate; anyway, you have a story, and I have a pen and ink. Let's write and read together. Explore the road, gain along the way, the ordinary but extraordinary road of the times requires ordinary people, and these ordinary people are not ordinary, it is you, it is me, it is our group. When I felt humble and small, I never lost the pride of "I am born to be useful". "Crazy, I laugh at the calmness that others cannot see through"... Whatever comes to mind, I just talk about it, just like a journey that just goes away, looking for sounds, leaving traces, there is no one else here, there is me, there is us, and most importantly, you who are willing to write words of praise or complain; record the time - the truth, isn't it happy, leave it to the years - no regrets, that's enough...