Walking in the alley, the stone bench on the roadside caught my eye. The low stone bench has stood the test of the vicissitudes of time, and generations of people sit on it, telling stories of their past years.
Walking into that corner again, a small room with a tan door appeared in front of my eyes. The door is not very high. I can see the stone benches and tables in the inner courtyard. There is also a used millstone hammer by the old window. My ears are constantly echoing the long piano sound, and I listen carefully, trying to identify the sound it represents.
The footsteps of memories are slowly approaching, but there is a familiar smell in the poetic spring rain. People often forget this ancient city. In fact, this is a blockade of their own memories, and how many memories reappear in this ancient city. The years of youth gradually fade away in the drizzle, and the memories that are hard to give up slowly shed tears in my heart.
Night fell quietly in the spring rain of memories, and suddenly the ancient city became lifeless. This dark silence makes people feel incomparable fear, as if this darkness will rule this ancient city for a long time. I unconsciously stepped up my pace and wanted to leave here as soon as possible, leaving this ancient city full of fear. Its dusk beauty no longer exists, leaving only endless fear.
Like a forgotten memory. The more you try to escape and chase, it will appear in front of you like a ghost. The more I want to forget, the more I recall the past. The more I want to escape, the more I want to stay.
I can't forget its beauty and beauty When one day darkness comes, it is abnormal darkness, which is like an endless cycle, keeping people tightly inside.
The better the memory, the darker it is. I want to forget this ancient city, which I once loved.