Crying and Coming to the World

This book is actually an autobiography. As a professional model wearing women's clothing, I have walked through countless spotlights. It is a footnote I wrote in half my life, just to leave a true memory of the struggle and sincerity hidden behind the gorgeous clothes and makeup. Liu Qingyue is the white moonlight engraved in the years, and is also the motivation for me to try my best to move forward (this character is a combination of many people and things). She is bright but distant. For some people, meeting them is perfect, but owning and staying with them is a luxury, just like a "Chinese test paper" that is destined to have no standard answer, but it has become the gentle confidence that supports me through the wind and rain. Here is the sweat and criticism outside the spotlight, the loneliness and confusion of pursuing dreams across borders, and the calmness about love and regret. I hope these words can resonate with fellow travelers and leave an indelible mark on the years... The first time I came into this world was to cry. That cry hit the soil slope in northern Shandong, mixed with the fragrance of wheat and dust, and became the background of my life. Zweig said: "A person's destiny is his own choice." But not everyone has the right to choose. I struggled to open my eyes from the abandoned infancy, gnawed on hard dried sweet potatoes in the cold night at the scrap yard, scuffed the soles of my feet countless times on the floor of the practice room, and then stepped on the light of the spotlight. In the end, only these words were left...