Memories Linger

My home is like being on a misty peak, filled with clouds and mist, and the mountains are high and the roads are far away. I stand in the city in ancient times, like a caveman traveling through time and space. After graduating from high school, I boarded the train selling youth and was trapped in the industrial park, shuttling on the assembly line, busy at three points and one line, as if I had experienced a war without gunpowder smoke. Fighting, fighting against time, Kuafu Zhuri, defeated completely, the years have beaten my hairline, the war has hit my face, I have become depressed, defeated, mottled, my head is in a different place, my bones are buried in a foreign land, I lament that time is too thin, my fingertips are too wide, then what have I left behind,,, please watch the big screen This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.