On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I was not sleepy at all while lying in bed.
I decided to give myself a ceremonial retrospective and seriously recall the past many, many years ago.
I am not a nostalgic person who likes to sort out the past. Memories are also fragmented and chaotic, without beginning or end.
But as I get older, I find that the Ebbinghaus curve of my memory drops steeper. I'm just afraid that everything will be like a dragonfly glancing at the water, and I won't be able to catch it anymore.
If you want to figure it out, write it down solemnly. Before completely forgetting.
Purpose: freehand essays to express emotions.