Miscellaneous Notes on Qingzao

I always felt that I would randomly excerpt some sentences that once made my eyes light up, and occasionally immerse myself in words that I thought were well written. No matter if there was enough time, no matter if the exam was approaching, I would have the passion to draw with a pencil, and pick up a pen to write down the sudden inspiration. This kind of carefree writing was still in high school, and all the happy, unhappy, touching, and distressing moments were written down in a small yellow notebook. I admit that I don't know what I'm writing about. I don't love literature as much as one of my friends does, and I don't integrate literature into my life. But I believe that what everyone writes is different, and it is not necessarily what they want to pursue, but what they write is what they write. My choice of words and sentences may not be as elegant as others, but I hope that what I write is the most authentic. Maybe one day I will be able to write it well.