Type Moon: This Matou is too extreme

It was getting dark, and there were lazy clouds floating in the sky, the lower half of which was sunken in the darkness, while the upper half was still floating in the sun.

I was twenty-one that day, in the prime of my life.

I have many extravagant wishes. I want to love, to eat, and to turn into a half-bright, half-dark cloud in the sky in an instant.

Later I realized that life is a slow process of being hammered. As people grow older, their hopes disappear day by day, and finally they become like a cow being hammered.

But I didn't foresee this when I turned twenty-one. I thought I would be strong forever and nothing could beat me.

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Today I am 21 years old, in the golden age of my life, and I have many extravagant hopes.

I want to write a good book.

I want readers to enjoy it.

I want to make a lot of money.

Reject the first one. One good book is too rare. I want to write many good books and keep writing.

Birthdays don’t necessarily mean having a happy birthday or eating cake.

Just eat what you usually eat, drink two cans of beer, call some friends to play a few games, and it's nice to kill time like this.

You can be happy without spending a lot of money.

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Young people work hard and really eat Polygonum, young people work hard and really eat Polygonum. (End of this chapter)