See the back of youth fading away. Those days of light dancing and flying, rumbled back before our eyes. A lot of joy and happiness came to my heart... As I grew older, I gradually found that the communication between my parents and I seemed to be getting less and less, replaced by the soul-shaking sound of the door closing after dinner. Why is this happening? I can't figure it out myself. Is this what teachers usually call the "generation gap"? Every day, my parents came home exhausted, fell down on the sofa, crossed their legs, and rested. In my memory, the scene of playing with my parents in my childhood seems to have been fixed for a long time and has become an object of nostalgia.
