Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi.
A large part of my life's memories are wandering. Occasionally when I remember them during sleepless nights of tossing and turning, they flood my eyes like the ripples of a cruise ship.
Although the traces of changes in the scenery can never be clearly seen in the deep green sky. But I have always been clear about something - a certain figure is free and unrestrained in the world.
But I forgot where it was.
I have been to so many places and met so many people in my life. I think I only need to remember that the black silhouette once crossed a certain mountain and waded through a certain river with me. I also picked that popular flower - a kind of white freshness.
I guess that's all I need to remember.
So I remember it deeply.
But in the end I forgot.