We often say, goose yellow childhood or something.
And whether the process of death is slowly turning gray, black or even disappearing becomes a part of the tombstone.
The beauty of memory cannot resist the operation in front of you.
Suddenly I want to go back to my teenage years.
For example, the grass in front of the house and behind the house is now covered with stones and cement, and the wilderness is also covered by cement. The combination of vigorous vitality and industrialization is slowly affecting the land.
Every time I go back, I keep going back to that time. When I was on the side of the field and road, I caught grasshoppers, autumn insects, corn cobs, and wind in the bushes. It's just that I don't have the mentality at that time, and I can't even finish listening to a song by the small bridge in the ground.
Such a slow state of mind, it may be that the memory has been modified, and it is possible to hear the wind, hear the darkening of the sky, and hear the rain falling.
Now, it takes 5 hours to go back for a week. If I step on the ink pad on my feet during the week, I am like a guinea pig in a cage, locked by something, locked in time and space, and unable to go back.
Can't expect to go back, gentle, realistic, can't go against it.
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