I thought that as long as I discarded all the memories of the past, one by one, I would not keep any odds and ends. Then I will be a brand new me again. Just like a bottle filled with clear water mixed with various paints. After it is emptied and new water is refilled, the bottle will be a brand new bottle, no different from the original one.
The early autumn rain in Ningyang was already very cool. As it hit my body, my sober memory once again reminded me that people are like bottles and cups. No matter how much I wash them, I can never go back to the beginning. The original me was like leaves knocked down by the rain. No matter how exposed and warm the sun was, it could not wash away the mud all over my body.