I Haven't Seen Wen Rushui in Ten Years

According to my daily routine, I would get up when the sun was shining on the eaves, then open the window, look at this beautiful town, stretch, and walk downstairs to wash up. Then I would turn right and walk 300 meters to Uncle Zhang's bun shop to order a beef bun, an egg, and a bowl of soy milk. Uncle Zhang seems to be ten years older than yesterday, from a young age to an old man in his sixties, as if we haven't seen each other for a long time. A tall young man walked into the store, covered with morning light, which looked like golden armor. He reminded me of the long and real dream last night, as real as if I had spent all my youth.