The season of rapeseed flowers is here again, with vast tracts of golden yellow. Unfortunately, my grandma's house has been bulldozed in the last wave of demolition. I can no longer see the summer scene I saw behind the house in junior high school. It's not about things but people. No, but people and things are different. Both are equally cruel. When you come here with joy and want to relive your old dreams and pick up the memories of your childhood, what greets you is just this empty land. The laughter you once had can no longer be found...