My Thirty-Four Years in This World

I am a newcomer who has just picked up a pen. I am holding a heart that is still warm and want to spread out my life. I have never experienced any earth-shattering events, and my days are mostly just wrinkles in daily necessities: when I was a child, I would buy a few chili sticks at the canteen with a few cents. As an adult, I would count the bills in front of the moonlight in a rental house. There was also one late night when I was working overtime, and I suddenly remembered my father's eyes standing at the door and watching. These fragments are like beads scattered in time, and now I want to string them together one by one - not to make any sense, but to tell the world seriously: I have lived like this, loved, been confused, and survived quietly. This is my first book. There is no technique, only heartfelt sincerity. If you have ever felt lonely in ordinary life, you may be able to see a similar shadow in these words.