I, 95, wrote a book .

I've loved listening to stories since I was a kid, but I never thought I'd one day write my own book.

When I was a child, adults always got together to talk about things, and I would sneak to the side to eavesdrop while they weren't paying attention, so that later in the moment when I wrote one story after another, I always felt that it all started when I was a child.

When I was in junior high school, I made a lot of friends, and I liked a boy, and I wrote down our entanglements in one thick horizontal grid notebook after another.

Of course, the characters are real and the story is fictional, but it is a pleasure to write.

The girl's thoughts are hidden in the lines of text, and it is written and written until now.

I think there must be a lot of people in this world who will always be better at writing than they don't understand math and difficult physics, and their enthusiasm for writing stories is enough to sustain countless late nights wrapped in quilts.

Now, writing is my job.

From my distant childhood to the present day, I have spent about half my life working with words.

The people in those stories are my friends, my family, the boys I loved and missed, even my youth, and all my hopes for the future.

I've been writing about this *** for almost eight years.

Do you know what those eight years mean?

It is equivalent to:Nearly a thousandarticle,Nearly two million textsWord.

It's no exaggeration to say that it's the proudest label in my life.

On December 7, 2023, I published my book.

This year, I was 28 years old.

I don't think the six or seven-year-old kid who eavesdropped on the conversation of an adult would have imagined that his relationship with words could last longer than any other relationship.

I think that teenager wrote in immature writingDiaryThe girl will definitely not think of herFortunatelyInyears old, I have a book called "Will I See You Again".Short storiesAssemble.

After the first draft came out, people around me asked me what it would be if I could sum up the book in one sentence

You can't imagine how hard this question is for me, just like you can't accurately describe your ignorant youth, the people you love, or the self you have stumbled up with all these years.

Backstage, a message every dayintoHundredThousandsWe tell about the heartbreak of love, the joys and sorrows of growth, and the firewood, rice, oil and salt of marriage.

I've read them all carefully, and they're all long paragraphs of text.

Actually, I would say that it's the same.

The story in the book, and the long text I saw backstageIt's all the same, are all lives that we can't briefly describe, andGotta haveOnly by going through one step at a time can we narrate the passages that are full of joy.

So I always feel that, in a sense, this book does not only belong to me, but also to everyone who has read the article and shed tears.

Seriously, I'm not a particularly confident author.

Even if the things that have been written have been read a lot, I still feel intimidated.

Would you guys like it?

Does anyone feel the sympathy?

Is the story worth reading?

As a girl who likes to listen to stories and write stories since she was a child, as a tens of millions of *** creators, and finally, in the name of Bai Ziyu.

More than anyone else, I hope it will end well, but there is a deeper hope underneath.

That's what I wish I could have missed with these five paragraphsRegrets, love and life experiences that cannot be related can leave a little trace in your daily meals.

Then we can continue to spend the next eight years with each other in words.

So you say, will we see you again?

Yes, it will.

I've always been, what about you?