Far away from the dream mountain village, I have looked at those gullies and ridges like montages several times. After many years, I can't walk away from memories. It is human nature and homesickness. Where is the root? How far can my heart go?
The feelings of home and country are full, controlling the hearts of teenagers and crossing the era of material shortage but complacency. In dreams, I often think that books are shallow, and there are chanting shadows in the morning bell and dusk drum. It's a teenager, a dream.
How heavy the years are, how deep the feelings are, and how many parents there are ... In those days, China was unbearable, and her hair was covered with snow on her temples. In the sunset, I often outline my rickety back, and I often wake up helplessly in my dreams. Life is as heavy as responsibility.
Once, I fought for the end of the world, with poetry and distance. Even if you are rude, it's hard to give up your dreams. Mission is as high as fate. There may be regrets, but there can be no tomorrow.
It may not be preserved. The past consolidated by years can't stand the sad reminder of life. Any reincarnation is doomed, and whoever is fresh will wither. If we can raise our heads and wipe our tears before we go, then our life will be very difficult.
Returning as a teenager, using hope to save disappointment is not maturity, but dreams are still there. We can give in to the present, but not to our dreams. Without the firmness of dreams, we will be lost in hope forever. Perhaps, the expectation is still there, and things are different.