In the dream, an old phonograph was spinning...
"Andre is Byron's dog, just like Matilda you are my knight..." Who said this? The childish voice with echoes is like ripples on a rainy day. Does this come from the depths of memory? No, I don't remember, but it's so familiar...
So clear, so familiar,
After so many years, there are always fragmented images or a heart-pounding sense of familiarity, as if a world that has been dusty for a long time and forgotten by me is waving to me across the river of time.
There is another person, a very close person. Looking back in that world, looking at me tenderly and affectionately.
Who are you? Do you know that I miss you very much when I am lonely? My nose is a little sore from missing you...
The best-selling French-Chinese writer Wu Mingde returned to China to accept a university teaching position, but it involved the sad past of twenty-two years ago. A girl like a little princess and a taciturn boy grew up unknown in a dark but warm corner. □□Family secrets, vows that no one knows, in the brightly lit reality, I look back at you.