Sunlight?
During this night, I paced alone on this silent path. As the moonlight and broken leaves shine on the distant mountains, I can't help but think of the old things in my hometown.
When I was a child, whenever I walked into the forest and walked into an ancient mountain beam, I would think of many memories of the village. After more than three hundred years of wind and rain erosion, the people under the mountain have long been scattered in the mottled mountains, and there is a village here that does not know its name.
In the early morning, when I go to the mountains and forests to take a nap, quietly looking for the peace and harmony. I remember that when I was a child, there were many such daily necessities in the mountains and forests, and the days in the depths of my memory were stored.
The morning in the mountains is getting clearer and clearer, but whenever I walk into the forest, I see a few old people carrying baskets on their backs, hanging out all over the mountain or talking about childhood fun, and a group of young people in the mountain forest are around a piece, there are thousands of eight hundred back and forth, the sound seems to tell ancient history, it is long ago, but I am always reluctant to sing.
There are more and more people on the mountain road, but their eyes are full of wind and rain, and they always get up with their bags on their backs, standing there looking at the black earth faces of the mountains, and now they are no longer young. All I can remember, how much one day, how much I can remember, how much