A few days ago, I was sitting under the Golden Rope Pagoda and could hear the crisp sound of the bells being disturbed by the wind, and my heart was filled with sadness. I still remember the first time I came here, it was my mother who wanted to send me to Beijing to go to university. Starting from Nanchang, I pestered her to visit Bayi City. The second time I came here, Chen Zhi and I hid behind the Buddha statue in the Tianwang Hall and kissed me. I watched him push me away hastily, and my ears turned red quickly. I was probably too happy the first two times I came here, and there were only three good things and bad things. This time I sat under the tower and found with some sadness that the years I had experienced and the people and things I cherished were all like the bowl that was accidentally thrown away from the kiln. It was washed by the rushing river and turned around a few times before sinking silently. Where is the turning point in my life? Was it the selfie that Yi Xiaoran suddenly sent me, or was it Yuan Yutong who, like a god descending from heaven, broke into my field of vision wearing a T-shirt with a black and white portrait of Michael Jackson on it. I heard the song "City in the Sky" by Li Zhi before he became famous. Many songs he sang later did not move me as much as it did. Time flows ruthlessly and never waits for me for a moment. And whenever I feel excited and ecstatic, that sad nerve will ache to remind me not to overdo it. After all this time, this has never changed.