A Refreshing Breeze

If you ask, life is slow, why do you need to remember? Still talking about a lotus breeze In my long life of thousands of years, under the dim moon, I have thought alone more than once. After many, many years, can I still remember that first feeling...? The long breeze blows the lotus leaves slightly, hundreds of nights, millions of waiting. Thousands of years later, I walked into that stretch of peach forest again, recalling everything in the past thousand years, what I wanted to catch, what I wanted to keep, However, things have passed away and people have changed.