It seems that only unforgettable memories will not be easily erased by the dust of the years.

At this moment, reading Jiang Kui's "Celebrating the Palace in Spring" is another taste and another state of mind. When I was young, I didn't feel the pain of parting and homesickness. I only feel that Jiang Kui's words are natural and clever, and the artistic conception is beautiful, just like an ingenious meticulous painting, which refines the rhyme and washes the heart. Now I really understand the sadness flowing in the poet's heart. "only when you are dry can you stay with people for a while." Yes, the light blurred the people at that time. When the worldly life washed away the karma, maybe at that time, there was only one person's green mountains and green waters and one person's vicissitudes. When I am lonely and depressed, I can only push a glass of wine with a shadow for a change and talk with a scattered shadow in the past with a sleepy night. Many times, it's not that I don't know how to cherish, but I want to keep it, but I can't. It seems that only unforgettable memories will not be easily erased by the dust of the years.