The house next to the street was once again surrounded by the clatter of the cleaning section, and a 23-year-old girl wrote this preface at three o'clock in the morning on this familiar and sober day.

I've always liked Murakami's essays, from "The Lion Who Loves Salad" to "Big Radish and Difficult Avocado" that I watched in the past few days, and I really want to go out and observe the big and small things on the street, and have various encounters with different people and scenery - it's really relaxing, warm and interesting.

So I thought that I would also collect the warmth of such small pieces of life and go publicly. But as for me, a girl, has a different personality from Mr. Haruki Murakami, and her emotions towards things are more intense, loving passionately and mourning turbulently, but when things come, they are blazing, and when this energy is over, she will eventually take the initiative to drink a lot of chicken soup and run to the inspirational direction.

Of course, I have the same thing as Murakami, I am also a fiction writer who loves to listen to stories and write stories, and I also hope that my words will always be interesting and sunny.

There has always been no shortage of materials, but I have always regarded myself as a messenger of human records—a record of all the things I encounter that exude the power of life.

In the follow-up text, I will call myself Xiaolai, and I hope that you can get warmth and touch from the text, and remind you to love life.

Xiao Lai has to love life. 2020.10.8

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