Back Then, Pulling Hooks Didn't Count? I Went Back and Cashed It Out

Time is like a river rushing in one direction. He looked back at the end of the river and saw too many people left on the other side, too many hearts sunk at the bottom of the river, and too many regrets taking root in time. At the end of his life, with thousands of words, only this simplest prayer remained. "I want to go home." The old man's voice was as soft as a piece of falling snow, and his eyes were filled with obsessions that spanned half his life. The gods were silent and only turned the regrets of his life into a boat that looked back on time. In an instant, the white hair faded away, the wind and frost melted away, and the paleness of the hospital bed was dyed warm gold by the sunlight of the old year. The coldness of the disinfectant was dissipated by the fragrance of gardenia in midsummer, and the clearness of a young man returned to his cloudy eyes. He stood in the corridor of the teaching building planted with sycamores, and the corners of his school uniform were lifted by the wind.