I picked up the withered leaves on the ground and looked at them carefully, and I saw the dusty history waving to me. In an instant, the rotten stems entangled the thread, and the jagged leaves wrapped the memories. A ray of starlight flashed in the gloomy sky, and I saw a village. There was a gust of wind behind me, and the wind pushed me to the trough in front. When I opened my eyes, I saw a small village. In the village were Su Yuzhu and Shen Huafeng, their brothers and sisters, big and small, and relatives. Su Yuzhu lowered his head and whispered: "The sealed memories have been opened by you, and everything you don't know is slowly being submerged by the times."
If everyone is far away, the narrative of memories will slowly lose its power. Future generations will not discover a less than wonderful life and a regrettable ending. There is a force that makes each other believe in each other, gives each other enough trust, and tells the world that they existed. No matter for whatever reason, they are working hard to live.
