Life is a book that you won't turn back after reading it, when recalling the same chapter, everyone's description is different, the colorful pages eventually become fragmented black and white photos, no one can restore the real image, but the words of different opinions are piled up into the altar that seems to have been seen, some people are worshipping, some people are ridiculing, some people are in a daze, no one knows what fate has given us, just numb and mechanical walking, occasionally escaping the shackles of the puppet dressed up with a bright appearance on the side to play the audience, Tasting what. God wants to decorate his kingdom and arrange different styles of flowers and trees, and we can't see his blueprint, and we only want to arrange ourselves in a relatively better role. We are constantly fighting in this three-dimensional world that is run through time, and the waves under the paddles bring us the comfort of seeming to move forward, but when we look back at the sky, where is the lighthouse where to go? How can there be the coordinates of three lives and this life?

If I've ever made waves in the sea of words, please forgive me for my recklessness, I really didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted to have a good time.

When I first entered the vast ocean, I was just an ignorant and fearless little fish, and the water splashed on your canvas shoes might be dried in a moment. The clouds and rain of the Northern Fish disdained to open their eyes for me to glance at it, and the stirring water was instantly smoothed by the power of nature before it could rush to the bottom of the sea. My persistent persistence eventually turned into a wave under the tail fin, and it didn't have time to blow into the fog before it returned to calm. I followed the ocean currents across the sea, and when I looked up, I saw the lonely starlight the most, they were always staring at me boringly, the four seasons turned, the cold came and went, only their eyes were eternal.

The post-80s generation is standing on the cusp of reform to grow up, our confusion and doubts can never be clearly answered, our road is always to move forward in exploration, our ideals are always hit by reality, but one day we will stand up in the ruthless torrent and shoulder the responsibilities and missions that this generation should shoulder.

Only for the people who are struggling for the goal of this literature, I hope that everyone will put down the brick knife and cement in their hands, the handsome guy will smoke a cigarette, the beauty will make a mask, and have a spiritual relaxation journey. I don't have the ability to describe the imprint of the whole era, so I can only make a partial sketch of the leopard, which can bring joy to everyone.

Don't be too serious about all the past of youth, ignorance, bitterness and immaturity in the book, after all, our persistent persistence will eventually turn into a wave under the tail fin, and it will be calm again before it has time to blow into a fog.

When we are young, we have all been at a loss for some reason, just like the diary we once wrote silently, close the cover, everything will fall silent, the wheel of time will crush the yellowed pages to pieces, and be blown away by the wind in the corners of the street, but has anyone ever picked up the crumpled paper and glanced at the past?

It is hereby declared that the following circumstances are completely fictitious, if there is any coincidence, it is purely accidental, and if there is any injury, we will not be responsible.

Special reminder, please do not sit in the right seat, so as not to enter the play too deep and give up on yourself.

Special thanks to the unity of knowledge and action and the dialogue support of the students of the sea and the sky.

Special thanks to the artist Murong for his material support.