When I started college, my ordinary life had its ups and downs. The constant contact with Han Yu made me often recall things I had forgotten. The memories I originally wanted to seal were played out bit by bit, but I could only relive them. I couldn't give up the past and couldn't accept the present. I could only try my best to make my every day as ordinary as natural and calm as boiled water. Life, like this, is not a kind of happiness. The past is like a big net, slowly approaching me, returning bit by bit in the memories that I deliberately forgot, and suddenly pouring out, catching me off guard.
The so-called past----