Legend of the Great Saint

Day before yesterday, afternoon.

A man walks on a dusty road, the sun is also gray. Although I have lived here for more than 20 years in the early summer, there is nothing worth remembering but floating dullness and scorching. I hate this city, and I hate memories.

But this feeling of being alone reminds me clearly of something that many years ago, many times, was a child, seemed to have been walking like this for a long time.

At that time, I would not have had straight eyes like now, outside of the mythical objects, neither thought about the novel nor recalled the past. My eyes were uncertain, from the pole to the wheel, from the sky to the billboard, with all the details and images that were unintelligible and fragmented.

Kids always lack focus on everything. It's not a lucky thing to try, because even pain can't get my attention for long, crying, thinking about half a piece of chocolate in your hand, stuffing it in your mouth and crying. Made Dad angry and thought it was a very unproductive act.

However, if a child focuses on pain like an adult, a fragile mind is unbearable!

I can't help wondering if I haven't grown up yet. Perhaps these two decades of memory are some kind of illusion, wearing swollen clothes on the body, if a layer peels off, inside is a dirty, red striped little boy, his eyes fluttering, very unproductive eating chocolate and crying.

Eh, suddenly reminds me of a certain kind of real memory. In the first grade, I went to the other end of the county with a bunch of little buddies to pick up a shell casing on a shooting range. When I came back, the guy who drove me on the bike had to let me drive him, but I didn't know how to ride a bike at that time. I learned to ride a bike many years later, and I learned it for a week.

After an argument, everyone felt unbalanced and unwilling to give me a lift. I put my lips out of the way and finally said I'd go myself, and then those bastards went back on their bikes.

So I walked over three hours in the sun, through a strange city —— and it was huge at the time —— and it was dark when I got home, and all I could get was a shell casing, but I didn't feel bad about it, and I couldn't even take my bike for granted, so I had to walk!

In fact, think about it, say a little soft words at the time, or simply play with it, pull the bike seat and don't let them go, and you can come back in the car!

In many things in the future, there seems to be a similar better option, but in the end, I just left with my lips on my own, I really didn't learn anything!

Ah, I accidentally pulled so much off, I kind of shared my beautiful childhood memories with you, in response to the view of Children's Day.

By the way, this is a ticket appeal.

Happy Children's Day to all and don't forget to vote. Of course, if you don't vote, you should have no monthly tickets!