Limited to 500 words. Memory is a very mysterious thing. It is hard to forget even if you want to forget. It is hard to remember even if you want to remember. It's as if you have your own consciousness in time, choosing various fragments in your life, and at the most unexpected and unprepared moments, they come to your heart like a tide!
---------------"Dandelion"
"If you don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it will never come back. If you don't see, the high hall is bright and clear, and the white hair turns to snow at dusk. If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden bottles stand facing the moon." A person staggered on the roadside, and cars roared past. Occasionally, a few curses were thrown out. I smiled contemptuously, and then a loneliness from the bones came to my face like the boundless night. His legs went weak and he fell to the side of the road.
"Am I drunk?" I asked myself. "Why are you still awake here?" I touched my chest.
The clear, bell-like sound came to mind again.
"When a person is drunk, he should be like Li Bai, 'call your son to exchange for fine wine, and share your sorrow with you.'" She made a toast gesture.