Life Is Ten Thousand Times of Spring and Bright Scenery

Desperate and longing; crying and laughing, ordinary. There is no system here, no time travel, and no invincible cool writing routines. There is only the snow in our hometown, the lost relatives, the fantasy about the future, and the people we lost in our youth. This is a collection of short stories collected from the scraps I picked up from the cracks of growing up. Dedicated to everyone who walks alone in the middle of the night. May your life be like spring and bright scenery ten thousand times.