Those Dreams That Have Lasted for Years

Written for the small warmth and touch brought by caring about the people I care about and the small details of life, Different lives behind the ordinary, The same resonance as those who went through the school days, Along the way, I only have gratitude and joy for some people and things. A memory that I suddenly looked back on was lost in the morning and lost in the evening. Chekhov said: "I write about life." Maybe I can't write about life well, but I still write with a heart that loves life. I want to leave something behind and miss those student days that I can't go back to.