My Three-Year-Old Is in My Hometown

Childhood, no matter when, where or how old it is, as long as I think about it, I have to stay for a long time. At that time, I would either laugh narcissistically; or I would regret with all my strength even though I knew it was fruitless. Whenever I walk alone in a familiar place, especially at night, there is a special light. They will quietly guide me to think about those past events - the powerless distant past and the clear near past. At that time, the powerless distance made me hesitate, and the clear nearness made me restless, so I asked myself impatiently: "Is it true that I can't go back?" … Looking back, I seemed to see me under the lamp over there. Among the strings of black curtains, I found the answer that reassured me.