The scales of the rainbow on the horizon are like smoke and illusion, slowly stretching around, spreading, and disappearing. Dusk is approaching imperceptibly, and the sun is gradually fading away from warmth. The cold autumn wind hangs. The old dry leaves swirled and fell in the air, crumbling under their feet. Several tired birds disappeared in the jungle one after another. Finally, the sunset has shed its last rays of light, and it is about to sink into darkness.

A long-haired young man was a little melancholy, a little lonely and leaning on a gazebo halfway up the mountain. He was humming a song in his mouth, looking into the distance, with a pair of dark eyes and bright eyes, this person was very handsome. Unfortunately, a long scar from the corner of the eye to the jaw looks a little shocking. The whole face is mild and slightly wild, and the eyes are deep and slightly sad.

The wanderers miss you out there

Dear Mom

Wandering footsteps go all over the world

There is no home

The winter wind carries snowflakes

Blow my tears down

Go, go, go

Walk through a few springs and summers

Go, go, go

How many years have passed

By the end, there was a little confusion in his eyes, and tears appeared from time to time. Muttering: 'Yes, wandering, where is home'?

That used to be a small town.

Those who are unforgettable.

With the upheaval of these years, these good memories have long been blurred.

Looking into the distance, I don't know where to return.

Thoughts are like a tide, accompanying yourself to tears.

What has passed, will never come back.

Staring into the distance, silently saying 'All is well' in my heart

There will never be a bygone day.

The people of the past belong only to their own memory.

Sometimes a turn is a world.

He understands that.

I understood that time is a silent weapon that will divide all memories.

I'm not me, you're not you.

Yes, I'm not me, how can you still be you?

I don't know when the sunshine in my heart has gradually drifted away from myself.

I've been living with nightmares since that night. The hardest thing is that the cold and biting feeling after waking up will penetrate from the soles of the feet to the heart. It's so cold that there's nowhere to hide, and it's creepy.

Sometimes I wish I was going to die.

I didn't feel someone feel sorry for him again, once

Never felt like anyone was important to him again, once

People, the toss of the dead and alive.

Heart, dead and alive, falls.

In this way, a heart becomes an empty storehouse.

The days that followed seemed to have slowed down, and it became equally difficult to get dark and dawn.

Looking back, I realized that the more I wanted to forget, the more I couldn't forget.

The good and the bad. Unforgettable.

I'm afraid to think about it, and every time in my dreams, it stirs up your memory.

There are some things that really can't be done. I sweat profusely after every nightmare.

It was dark, a little sad, but he liked the rare tranquility.

Although the stomach has continued to protest now, it has no appetite at all.

At the beginning of the lanterns, thousands of lights are on.

Yes, the tired bird also knows how to return to the nest, but what about his own, he can only smile bitterly.

'Smack', a small leather ball landed beside him.

'Uncle, my ball' a childish, sweet voice sounded.

Raising his head, a round little face was lying in front of a small iron fence, poking his head as hard as he could, looking naughty and cute.

Squatted down, holding the ball in his hand but not giving it to him. Why don't you take it yourself, and then he can't talk anymore halfway through the conversation, and he sees this cute boy sitting in a small wheelchair converted from a bicycle. There was a dull ache in my heart.

'I'm afraid of the dark,' but the boy replied without thinking.

'Oh, what are you not afraid of?' The man asked softly.

The boy tilted his head and thought about it, then put his little head in front of the iron fence, "I'm not afraid of you" and stretched out his little hand, touched the scar on his face, and asked in surprise as he touched it, "How long is it?" Uncle, does it still hurt? Without waiting for the man to answer, he pointed to his little hand and said to the man with some annoyance: "This place was broken yesterday, it hurts." As he spoke, he looked up at the man's face again, and said, "It must have hurt," and he stuck out his tongue cutely.

'Taotao, it's time to eat' At this time, a woman walked out of the room, her dignified and delicate face flashed with a trace of exhaustion.

I was stunned when I saw a strange man squatting in front of the child.

'I'm sorry that this kid is so annoying.'" He said with an apologetic look.

The man also stood up and said, 'How old is he, so cute'. Seeing the scar on her face, the woman took a step back with some timidity, and then returned to nature. 'Taotao, tell uncle, how old are you this year?' ’

'I'll be six years old next year,' replied loudly in a milky voice.

'Huh? I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't help laughing.

The man crouched down again and asked curiously, 'Why next year, what about this year?' ’

Taotao snapped her fingers, "I'll be older next year, and when I'm older, I can help my mother." But why is it so slow? Saying that, he lowered his head, Taotao's face was no longer smiling, and he was a little depressed. Tiny face.' Greatly' sentimental

The man smiled as well.

I couldn't help but touch the child's head.

'It's getting dark, go eat.' Otherwise, Mom would be angry.'" Talking and snorting at the child.

'Taotao, goodbye?' The man said and waved at the child.

The child winks cutely, smiles and waves 'goodbye'.

Then he nodded at the woman. The figure of the man disappeared into the night.

'Mom, did you think he would come to see Taotao'? The little boy's voice was full of antiquity.

The woman smiled, laughing at his innocence, and when they met, of course they would not see each other again.

'Next time, don't talk to strangers, remember?'

The child looked puzzled, but nodded sensibly.