Don't Miss Old Words

At different ages, people suddenly find that they have not looked up at the moon for a long time. The city is so bright that it feels like a gentle blindness to us. People hurried forward under the lights, together with the coachman who was whipped by the times. The faster we walked, the farther the past was left behind, so that forgetfulness came. The first to die are the stories of silence. No one tells ancient legends anymore, no one believes in long and clumsy emotions anymore. Hometown is no longer smoke, rivers and the whispers of ancestors, it is just a deserted coordinate on the map. So people gradually became silent. They are still alive, going to work, falling in love, growing old, and walking between high-rise buildings, but their souls are like reed flowers in autumn, blown by the wind, they disperse into the depths of time. The most tragic thing for a nation is not poverty or decline. But one day, it was brightly lit, but I can no longer remember the reason why it continues to this day.