The article is as short-lived as the protagonist's childhood. It is not exciting enough, has no memory value, and has no reference significance. You can read it or not.
Spring is about to begin, and you must learn to review before starting a new life! A memory from birth, not sad enough or tragic enough, can be laughed at or despised, has no depth, only straightforwardness. Life flows slowly, only farewell can hurt suddenly, and it can also be recalled for a lifetime.
(During this short journey of growth, I record Cheng Xunqiu's one-man show. It's not bad even if you stop and go alone, because the scenery you pass by is never inferior if no one shares it.)
Intention: The spring breeze turns green to the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?