Myself. I understand-because I'm lonely, too. Just, who will understand me? Looking back after a long walk, I found my father still standing in the same place, stupefied. I know my attitude just now hurt my father deeply, but he didn't blame him. I just want to forget, forget yesterday, forget tomorrow, forget the day after tomorrow, forget myself, forget everything!
Soon after the winter, I have forgotten Confucius whom I stubbornly buried. It was not until a touch of green in spring crept up the branches that my father urged me to water it. Water it? I look puzzled. Dad smiled and said, "didn't you plant a seed last autumn?" It's time to water. " I finally remembered the scene in late autumn.