Walking on the tree-lined Stone Road in the community, the clouds in the West are moving. People who come back one after another are twos and threes. The green grass is very clean, and two yellow and fat dogs are chasing each other twisting their hips. It was dusk, and the sky was still on,

No Longer Lonely

I suddenly realized why marhes wrote “One Hundred Years of Solitude”. He himself must be lonely, perhaps only “One Hundred Years of Solitude” was his friend. He showed the lives of lonely individuals one by one. Few of us can really understand him. He seems to tell us that every individual exists alone, and loneliness

Books and the company

I have loved reading since I was literate. In my childhood memory, getting books was a difficult and fascinating thing. At that time, apart from collecting textbooks for all grades, my only hope was the new year. Because at this time, I can always receive a little lucky money from my elders. Although the sum