Going through the quiet alley

The eaves of blue bricks and tiles

How many stories

The stone road is paved

Already lifted my hands and feet

Exposed old accidents

Hand-written poems

Alleys in dim places

Ruofeng Yang

Funny face

The laughter was accompanied by the fragrance of flowers

Memories turned into silky vines

It lasted for a long time

The lingering willow leaves and the fragrance of peach blossoms

The past has passed

Who has never forgotten

People around me tell the stories around me

Tell you Between me

The word in my heart

Talk about those past events in detail

Taste the variety and truth of life

Smile every time I look back