Memory is like a photo album stored in the mind. The photos will eventually fade and be turned into words to record the warm little moments that can appear in front of you at any time.
Probably because I was born in winter, I have some special feelings for winter. In my memory, the warm moments that happened all happened in winter. My body also likes cold and cannot tolerate heat. I try to record it while my memory is still there and I can still recall some things. One is to share, and the other is to formally say goodbye to my childhood.
Goodbye, a childhood that will never go back. . .
Goodbye, let it go and store the better memories now. . .