Looking through old notebooks, I couldn't help but smile. In the three years of junior high school, standing at the end of the river, looking back at the time, I am amazed at how much I have changed. Back then, I knew nothing and acted like a pretentious elementary school student; but now, although I dare not claim to have completely transformed or been reborn, I have changed in some ways, no longer vulgar like before, replaced by a spirit of progress.
Everything, just three years.
In the first year of junior high school, I was obsessed with fantasy and romance novels, and I even wrote some of these types of stories myself. Unfortunately, they were far from being popular, not even comparable to commercial works like "Crooked Mouth War God", and in the end, they came to nothing. Of course, this period was not completely without benefits. At least I understood: 1. Fantasy and romance novels are not very useful; 2. I am not cut out for writing. Also, during this time, I established the principle of "lightness" - which is why the project is called "LiteXXX": I hope it has the ability to be lightweight and powerful, and can help more people. Finally, my English name (Mzwing) and online nickname (Luoxianli) both come from the novels I wrote. I have a fondness for these names, which can also be seen as a tribute to the past.
In the second year of junior high school, I occasionally read science fiction and was thrilled. I finished reading the "Three-Body" series and other science fiction books during this time. Perhaps I still had the arrogance and self-importance of an elementary school student, I shamelessly attempted to write science fiction, but I ended up using a lot of concepts from "Three-Body" in my book, resulting in a dull and tasteless story that even I couldn't bear to read. I felt that it was a disgrace to "Three-Body" and decided to stop writing. Indeed, at that time, I had almost no "scientific" concepts and knew nothing about cutting-edge technology. I was like a fool, but I can't blame my past self.
In the blink of an eye, the second semester of the third year of junior high school is about to begin, and I don't know what the future holds. Perhaps I can only sing on the river like Confucius, "The past is gone like this," but I don't have the courage or talent of Confucius, so I can only wander aimlessly in the world, helpless.
However, if I don't tell this story, who will know?