That Month That Year

That year and that month------Preface "The years of youth are like songs, and the songs of the years merge into a river..." Whenever I look back at the road I have traveled, this old song from Guan Mucun always rings in my ears. Yes, each of us has passed through that era inadvertently. No appointment, no encounter. Looking back, I can no longer find the way back. The full moon of youth has long been trampled into a crescent moon by us. Fortunately, we finally have free time to relive the dusty past.