After 20 years, it is very painful to turn a distant past into words. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info when you try to rummage through the cabinets under the cerebral cortex, only to find that there is no catalog, no index, and how unreliable it is to update dozens of rounds of brain cells. Like the inheritance of dozens of generations, a once fact has become an ancient myth. But the human brain has a powerful function, that is, when a certain special atmosphere is perceived, the memory will flow like a spring, and everything will be as new.

Regarding the tank in the corner of the small courtyard, it took me about four months from ignorance to awkwardness to fear.

After being busy with a few book manuscripts, we went to the summer vacation, Shijie, Li Chan, Ah Chao and Wu Nan went home, the courtyard was empty, and I moved home after two days of loneliness. Around the beginning of August, I returned to the courtyard to pick up a few manuscripts for the bookseller. Pushing open the creaking courtyard door, I found that the dates on the tree were all red, so I excitedly climbed up the thick branches, picked up the red ones and put them in my satchel.

The sky blue was like a mirror, but there were still clouds rubbing on it like rags. Through the mottled shadows of the leaves, some red dates fell on the uneven broken brick floor of the courtyard. Suddenly, a bright yellow cloud of smoke and dust flashed away from under the tree along the eaves in the direction of the corner cylinder. "What is it?" I rubbed my eyes, the yard was still the yard, the shadow was still the shadow, a date fell from the branch of the tree that stretched far to the wall, fell into the tank, softly, thump, as if there was a splash of water, as if there was a wave of water. Suddenly, I seemed to see fish swimming slowly in the tank from a distance. The cylinder head is usually covered, how can there be water, and fish?

I quickly climbed down the tree and slowly walked towards the pot. The wooden lid of the tank stood by the wall, but there was no water in the tank, let alone fish, and it was empty. Everything seemed to be my delusion, including the flash of yellow smoke. I picked up the wooden lid and was about to close it, but suddenly I found that there were some tiny yellow fluffs on the gray-black walls of the tank, shining in the sun. At this moment, I smelled an indescribable sour smell, and the tank seemed to start slowly turning, and then the wall, the tree, the yard, and me. In an instant, I seemed to be standing in the small courtyard of Dongcheng more than ten years ago, under the grape trellises, fish tanks and small stools, starry nights and water waves, all kinds of things that night, such as the clear projection of the movie, every picture, every sound, very real. So much so that I thought, could the real courtyard of Sweetwater Garden be just a dream of a five-year-old child? Soon, a kind of sleepiness penetrated from the soles of the feet to the brain, and after that, it was blank.

When I woke up, the sun had set, and only the last bit of light remained. The courtyard was quiet, as if nothing had happened, but I was lying on the floor-to-ceiling bed in the room, with a thin quilt on my body. I got up and went out of the yard, and the wooden lid was well covered on the clay jar by the wall. It's hard to come, all the scenes in the previous afternoon were just a dream of mine? I was too sleepy after entering the hospital, so I went straight into the house to sleep? I only felt a headache, and picked up the straddle bag on the ground, but I suddenly realized something, and the chill suddenly rose, and I quickly locked the door and fled. Because I touched the half pack of dates bulging in my satchel.