Time Moves Slowly: Memory Fragments

Open your hand, the sun falls on your hand, blooming with splendid brilliance, as if you are seeing time, it secretly passes through your fingertips, and you cannot catch it, but your youth is taken away by it, leaving only a tear in the memory. Zhou Wenjie always thinks of the writing on the blackboard, the pen on the seat, the girl sitting next to him, and the brother sitting in the back row. When those memories, as green as amber, are condensed on the clock in the opposite direction, slowly approaching; when when we were young, we took the time machine scene by scene and returned to the origin. Can we imagine that it was the same back then, full of laughter? In fact, everyone will think of the time that was frozen in their hearts.