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Dreaming about Yanshui Road in Jiangnan. Traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, I never met anyone who was away from me. There is nothing to say when you are lost in sleep. I feel melancholy and disillusioned. --Song Dynasty Yan Jidao Now that I think about it, I probably met Jiangnan in this life, which was the most precious gift given to me by fate. The Jiangnan in my childhood memories has white walls and black tiles, old streets and alleys, and a light layer of moss on the green bricks and gray tiles. It is filled with the long years, misty rain falling deep in the alleys, and Wu Nong's soft words. There is a kind of unique beauty that cannot be fully described. Jiangnan, which we have become familiar with in the past, finally aroused lovesickness with thick ink, and half of the paper and inkstone were stained. A person walks leisurely in the south of the Yangtze River, soaked in the poetry of fireworks. Now, a full ten years have passed and I have never returned to Jiangnan. I miss all the bits and pieces of that old time, like a movie rewinding frame by frame in my mind. It rains continuously and I don't know when spring is gone. When it clears up, I feel summer is light. How can I not remember the south of the Yangtze River. Guests in green shirts and misty rain, listening to the music are like old friends returning.

We will always let go of the past, maybe tomorrow, maybe in the future, but it will never be the past when the story begins. In the past, the days were long, there were endless watermelons, finger-sucking spicy sticks, lemon-flavored sodas that made you burp after one sip, and paper planes flying all over the sky under the sunset. We were so stupid and naive at that time, and the future seemed distant and shapeless. Of course, these were all stories from the past after I returned to my home. (Suffering is the foreshadowing of flowers blooming, winter always prefaces spring - pick)

["Selling" childhood + self-reconciliation + longing and nostalgia] Lucky people are healed by childhood throughout their lives; unfortunate people are healed by childhood throughout their lives. --Alfred Adler It's nothing, I just want to share my story with you, that's all.