It would be better to have old friends so that we can forget each other and never hide them in our hearts?
It would be better to have old friends so that we can forget each other. Have we ever not cherished our past?
I have experienced flying with my son, picking chrysanthemums and white clouds,
How can we not stick to the past when we have been riding high, driving away battles, and stumbling?
I enjoy rowing across the pond with my son, and the vast clear water flows,
How can we not cling to the past when we wander forever?
In the past, I first met my son on the banks of the Qinhuai River, under the shade of green willows, but the next day I met him again inside the palace walls... Have you ever remembered the long sound of the flute? Have you ever remembered the fleeting time of your family?
(My little girl is 16 years old. She is writing for the first time. The writing style may seem a little immature. I hope you will bear with me and give me some guidance.)