Some people say that indulging in memories is a kind of decadence. Because the past has become history, and history is irreversible. Only by working hard to look forward can we create new brilliance. This may be right. But decadence is decadence, and memories of the past are often like beautiful and coquettish poppies. , Makes people willingly drink the poison of time. Sometimes people can only find relief in their memories. Reality always reminds people of cruelty. People who are ostriches can sometimes appreciate happiness better. Someone once said that I am stupid, but there are so many fools like me, so I don't care if there is one more of me.
I once asked a person what eternity is, and I still remember his smiling eyes, so brilliant that they linger in my memory for a long time...