The people and things I wrote about all really appeared in our lives, but some disappeared early, some disappeared late, and some never disappeared. Whenever I see them, I always burst into tears and sob. This is a deep trace in my life wheel, and it is also a trace that is constantly changing.
My thoughts are always lingering. The innocent and carefree life in primary school is the representative of all the happiness in my childhood. Joy, anger, sorrow and joy were staged one after another, hovering over an ancient town for a long time. Grandma, Luo Yi, Xiao Bin, Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou, Xiao Tang, Xiao Yi... They all passed by me in a hurry or slowly when I was a child. The memories they left to me are so clear and profound, like traces carved on iron sheets that linger. Now, when I stand at the age of 18 and look back at those fleeting years, my heart feels as heavy as a singularity. Although I have stared at it for a long time, I cannot clearly record the various joys and sorrows and the contrast between warmth and coldness in the lush years. I was like a wounded beast, hiding in a dark and deep cave and licking my wounds for ten years.