When I wrote these words, I was already old and could only sit in the yard and watch the pomegranate tree sprout in spring, bloom in summer, bear fruit in autumn, and fall leaves in winter, year after year. People always like to reminisce when they get old. I often think of my childhood, my parents, Yufeng and others, and the changes over the past seventy years - from adobe houses to brick houses, from not having enough to eat to having enough food, from being a person to a family, and then back to being alone again.
A friend asked me why I wrote this, and I said I was afraid of forgetting, of forgetting the bitterness and sweetness, and of being afraid that after our generation passes away, future generations will not know what happened back then.
I don't know how to write articles, I only speak in plain language. I hope these words from my heart can remind people of their parents and childhood. Days are like four seasons, and the hard times are difficult to endure. Looking back, it is just like this, but some people will never see the next season again.
