From wanting to escape from the village forty years ago to wanting to return to the village forty years later, what have they experienced? With the changes of the times, all the decisions of little people have become so ridiculous. The most uncomfortable people back then were those who did not escape, but now the most pitiful people are those who cannot go back. In the entanglement of escape and return, they have gone through half their lives in a hurry! The memories of my distant hometown are sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. The stories there were dull at the time, but now they read with a touch of magic. The bright moon in the sky still shines at the entrance of the village, but the people at that time were long gone. I tried to find my former self, but found that the memory had become a small spark that extinguished at any time!
