Once upon a time, cars and horses were slow, letters were far away, and life was only enough to love where a person came from.

I remember when I was a teenager, everyone was sincere and sincere.

Say, it's a word.

At the railway station in the morning, the long streets were dark and empty.

The small shop selling soybean milk is steaming hot.

In the past, the color of the sun changed slowly.

Cars, horses and mail are all slow.

Just enough to love someone for a lifetime.

Hello, this is the poem "Once Slow" from Mr. Mu Xin. Included in The Lark Cryed All Day.