The Clouds Are Clear and the Wind Is Clear

In the journey of life, the years are like the wind, always passing by the flowing water and falling flowers, becoming an everlasting memory deep in the heart. The laughter, tears, joys and sorrows of the past, in the precipitation of time, in the happy memories, always maintain a feeling of indifference and warmth. I like to reminisce, like to be alone in the stillness of night, endlessly wandering in my memory, and like to linger in those minutes and seconds that have passed. The state of mind that only I can experience floats in the night, in my heart, and in my memories of my past excitement and intoxication. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he was there in the dim light... In that dimly lit corner, I understood that when the past has become a memory, along with the warmth, there is always a touch of nostalgia.