Thirty and Six, No Question About West or East

"Thirty and Six, No Questions About West and East" At the age of 36, the red string of my birth year has not yet been firmly tied, but I have become what my friends call a "young man with three no's" - no marriage certificate, no insurance policy, and no weakness. But the wildfire in my chest is still burning with an unquenched desire for adventure. Looking back on the journey, I see the people I passed by in my life: the little girl sitting on the curb crying, the young man bursting into tears on the BMW, the colleague who held an umbrella for me in the rainstorm... They were like scattered stars that once illuminated a dark road for me. Now, I want to pick up these fragments one by one and put them together into a memoir about "ordinaryness and courage". For no other reason, I just want to see: Are the warmth and regret in those memories still as hot and clear as when they first met?