Memories are a luxurious thing, and nostalgia is even more so. It is an emotion that is incompatible with this era that emphasizes efficiency and speed, so it becomes more and more precious.
Over the years, we have demolished too many things. High-rise buildings have been built in the alleys, fertile fields have been turned into factories, and small fishes no longer swim in the originally clear streams.
New cities appear, old cities disappear, people destroy them carelessly and rebuild them quickly, and not many people remember what they were like in the past.
It was brand new, like a white concrete road. When we stood on it and looked back, we saw an empty desert.
And I am grateful to "Time", which adds a touch of color to this blank space, a light cyan gray, moist and peaceful.
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