It is only in old age that people realize that the days are getting slower and slower. Maybe God takes pity on these old people who may die at any time and allows them to pursue those vague memories in the countdown of life, so they deliberately stretch their time longer and longer. Every movement of getting up or bending down is slowed down, making them appear clumsy but leaving more lasting charm. Lin Shenqing had long been familiar with each of these slowed down movements. She wondered whether that person was like her, and would slowly forget even simple movements, like a wrinkled baby; or maybe that person was still young and healthy, with a family full of children and grandchildren, and was always smiling all day long; or maybe that person was even more miserable than herself, and had already passed away from this world. The appearance of that person has been slowly blurred in the rings of time. I want to trace it in the depths of my memory but it becomes more and more headache. Forget it, don't think about it. Lin Shenqing closed her eyes slightly in annoyance, feeling the weak sunshine in the winter.