When moving that day, he dug out his old childhood memories—a locked wooden box under the bed.
The lock was rusty and held firmly. He took out the pliers and used violence to force it open.
When he opened it, he saw the moldy paper,
It has been there for too long and is old.
Dusty wood, faces covered in stains, rotten and faded memories,
The wind blew gently and everything dispersed.
Purpose: Establish correct values and views on love