The houses that gradually rise irregularly layer by layer are the life of the old man with a pipe in the long years. The sea is like time, whether you like it or not, it is constantly pushing you forward, you have to build a new one on the roof of the past again and again, and you have to make many choices in between , you will meet joy, pain, love, children, and death. Everyone has the same old hut on the foundation, but the years that have passed along with the gradual growth of the hut are the same ordinary life for everyone. For some people, their house is only half as long as other people's. It is a life that died prematurely. Some people have many floors but they are twisted and deformed. Some building blocks are very straight but the color is very dark. was maliciously damaged.
When we were children, we were playing with building blocks, and everyone was thinking of their own perfect castle. We didn't know at that time that the last red roof was the end. Fortunately, the old man has a building block hut with memories. If each of us in reality has a hut with memories, will I dive to the bottom layer by layer after the final red roof is set up, and go to the deepest part with me? What about sleeping with memories?
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