I know that somewhere I don't know, there is a gospel church. I don't know where it is, but I always walk there involuntarily, and then I can't find the way back.
The Gospel Hall always stands quietly in the white sky in the afternoon. Perhaps because it was afternoon when I came, there is always no one inside. The cross is red, and the poem from the poem is written in beautiful English below. Father God.
I began to close my eyes and recite the solemn Lord's Prayer. When I was a child, I stood by the window and recited the words marked with pinyin in pencil. Ten years later, I still clearly remember every word I didn't know. I recited it quietly, and the leaves rustled beautifully in the distance.
I'm leaving. Although I don't want to leave and go back to face the high school entrance examination in ten days. But, it's time for me to leave.
I saw the blue sky in front of me. Behind me was the distance, a place I had longed for. However, that place was so far away that it was not even the sky. I turned my head, I was really tired.
Bailong said that as long as you follow the way you came, you will definitely find your way home.
I want to find the way I came here. Or purgatory, or the forest.
I think that on the day when all the bustle and noise turn into dust, I can still find a way home.