This Winter, We Meet Again

The bustling and hustle and bustle of the city obscures our sight and hearing, and the fast pace of life urges us to move forward. Who still remembers the carefreeness and joy of building snowmen and playing hide-and-seek as a child in the fields in the countryside? Who still remembers those simple and rough toys that were once regarded as treasures? Who still remembers hanging on a hook and vowing innocence that will never change? The village at that time was quiet and peaceful; the stars were shining in the night sky at that time; we were innocent at that time. This winter we meet again. Under the night sky and in the snow, watching fireworks and reminiscing about the past.