If memory is beautiful, it is because there are too many references to reality.

It was a fresh and bright morning, fresh after the rain, and the air was still full of the unique smell of the depths of the mountains, and there were no clouds, only the clear blue sky and the green peaks of the mountains. Meng Ting sat on the bus, looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountain after the rain through the window, in March, for the mountain she was familiar with, this season had already receded from the cold in winter, and the oncoming breeze was warm. The bus continues to move slowly on the winding mountain road, the beautiful scenery in the mountains is like a comic book with the rhythm of the bus moving forward constantly into Meng Ting's eyes, the green is thick, quiet and peaceful, the blue sky is intertwined with all things, and unknown flowers are scattered among the mountains with green as the main tone.

For Meng Ting, who has been in the magic capital of Shanghai for several years, she is used to seeing the lights on at the beginning of the day, and is used to seeing the busy traffic and noise.

After the bus turned a mountain, Meng Ting saw a familiar stream, and she knew that in a few dozen minutes, she would reach her mountain village. It should be a rare joy to return to the place where she was born and grew up from the magic capital thousands of miles away, and at this time, Meng Ting had no due expression on her face, but countless sentimentality occupied all the thoughts in her mind. Meng Ting took out a framed photo from her bag, which was a photo that had followed Meng Ting for a long time. In the age of modern technology products, a mobile phone seems to be able to hold everything, and few people look at photos anymore to miss the passage of time. However, at that time, the only thing that could lock the time was probably only photos.

The photograph shows a group photo of four people, two men and two women, standing side by side on a small green hillside, with a rolling mountain in the background. The leftmost one in the photo is Meng Ting, and the other three are all little playmates who grew up with Meng Ting in this mountain and loved each other. This photo was taken when Meng Ting was 18 years old, in the summer of August, and that day was also the day Meng Ting and the three young people received their college admission letters. When I think back to that moment, I can't describe the excitement and joy in my heart. For children who have been growing up in the mountains, they are about to go to study in the "Oriental Pearl - Shanghai", everything is full of surprises, everything is full of unknowns, and it is full of a lot of curiosity ahead.

For so many years, Meng Ting has been carrying this photo with her, whether it is at school or in a rental house outside. Time is passing too fast, and I always want to borrow things to keep my memories, so that life seems to still bloom in that warm spring.

Before Meng Ting had time to recall other things, she arrived at the place where she should get off. Meng Ting stepped off the bus, pulled her suitcase, and walked straight towards the mountain village in front of her. Familiar roads, familiar trees, familiar crops, and familiar peaks and blue sky.

Walking slowly on the road, Meng Ting thought about the plan for the next two days, opening tutorial classes in the county, submitting application materials, and making all preparations. After all, education is a big thing, not a means to achieve some vague result, but to allow a person's intrinsic value to be constantly released. By the way, there is a more important thing, I have to pick up someone, a man who Meng Ting is familiar with and has been in love with for many years in my heart - Gao Wenxiang. This man who is one year older than Meng Ting is in the same town and different villages as her, in Meng Ting's photo, the second from the left is, a high-achieving student who studies administrative management, his ambition is hidden in his belly, he is a tall man, and he always occupies all the fantasies in Meng Ting's heart. However, the spring equinox in March of this year is also the day when Gao Wenxiang is released from prison. When she thought of Gao Wenxiang, Meng Ting was always immersed in it, like a butterfly in a flower, and her mind was instantly enveloped.