Introduction: What has changed over the years is only the heart that has been put down, and it is only the human heart itself that can change the human heart. Although time flies, looking backwards and forwards, time is only a measure of the state of transition, and it is ultimately describing the changes in people's hearts, just like playing a prepared CD video. The important past will eventually be snubbed by people's hearts, and they will be remembered without a trace; The words that were written have also disappeared, and what accompanies them is only the taste.

When you go away for a long time, and you go back on the same path, what makes people wonder is not the things that have changed, but the things that have not changed, as if you never left. The couple selling roast duck is still busy, the woman selling dried fragrant is still sleeping there, the owner and the proprietress of the steamed bun shop are still there, and nothing has changed...... It's just that without her.

In the future, I will take pictures of the moments in my eyes, every time, as long as I have encountered them. Haha, it's not bad to be a travelogue photography enthusiast in the future, and it's also a hobby. That day, I sat quietly on the grass, with the crispness of four-leaf clover behind me. People came and went, and it was just me, waiting—waiting.

In fact, the shackles imposed on people are not a problem, but the spiritual shackles are the biggest thing! Those who dare to break through the shackles of life are not fools, but the greatest pioneers. In the face of all this, do we have the courage to break the spiritual shackles, or endure in obscurity? The world is so big, but I can't always step out of those legs. Obviously, his legs are long, but he can find that his legs are no longer controlled when he wants to go, which is the result of the heavy spiritual shackles he gave himself, a sad individual.

But I hate the habit of having to do something when I think of it, it's the late stage of OCD! However, this is useless, or I have turned on my 213 mode~ Let's have a fairy sister save me! Aha, that's even if I'm a frog, but it's a pity that I'm a toad, and I'm still a leprosy, how can I become a prince! If you think about it this way, you can amuse yourself! If those indifference and abuse are because my worldview is too different, but I haven't even seen the world, where does the worldview come from, I want to talk to the world, so I pick it up again and write the past years into my words. I have crossed the cities and left my shadow, seen the agile but fearful image of the skink, and heard the timid cry of the northern red-tailed robin, only to realize that I am the same as you and him, and this barren weed. But will the interesting people I've met ever met ever meet again? I remembered the loneliness and vigor of the weeds in the mountains that night, so I named Basil as my new pen name and a new beginning. Maybe the ordinary is bland, but if you replace "flat" with "super", that is extraordinary, so simple, but so embarrassing! The real story is not the story itself, but the ordinary but wise walkers who tell the story. Sometimes it's hard work, but it turns out to be a fart, this is life, and it's a life with a price!

Life in the world, always lonely, born lonely from a chaotic world, I don't know the so-called living in this world, lonely to walk, to find the looming hope, during the period, meet another lonely walker, accompany each other, support each other, or happy or comforted, until the end of the years, and I, don't like lonely things. During the Chinese New Year with my parents, my sister, and my brother-in-law's family, my mother inadvertently said that I have always liked double portions since I was a child, such as taking two when eating pears, two when eating popsicles, and two boxes when drinking milk, but I only enjoyed one of them, and the other one was given to others. No wonder I always like to buy double portions, so that my good brother always asks me why, and I don't know why, it seems to be an unintentional habit; This reminds me of two years ago when I bought two roses for a girl, I was lectured by the flower seller, she said that a rose represents the unique, but I don't like one, I have to buy a pair so that it is perfect. Now that I think about it, I've had this habit since I was a child, and I guess I was looking for another lonely walker, even though I was frustrated and stupid.

Time changes, and scenes of love and hatred pass in front of you, becoming clouds and dissipating clouds. What kind of grudge and resentment, these are a kind of regret and torture at the end of life. This New Year, the relatives who had cut off contact with my family took the initiative to show goodwill, the process lasted for decades, and now half of their bodies are buried in the loess, and the former right and wrong have become the most regrettable regret in their hearts, and they don't want to bury this regret in the ground. This moment touched my heartstrings and made me reflect. We have always been in contact with people at some point in our lives, and we are doing it as if we were doing something we are proud of. If you haven't loved, how can you easily hate someone, I think, when we are old, we will also be annoyed by the choice at this time! In fact, when the heart is open, these are not the same things, and I will feel how beautiful it is to have this memory; If you don't let go of your heart, you will feel that life is boring and start to be disgusted with the world.

Postscript: I suddenly thought of Sister Pomegranate's sentence: "Don't pity me because I'm a beautiful flower, come, spoil me hard", and then put on a very ecstatic pose. It's really true: year after year, age goes forward; The longer others are, the better, but the longer I get, the more crippled I become. Hey, the older you get, the lonelier you become......

Write a poem and record it—

At the age of twenty-one or twelve, the years are worthy of my affection.

How far is the thoughtless hurry, this day's fist will be light tomorrow.

Almost every time I grow up, I spend it in controversy, reminiscing about the experience I once had, let me fly higher, even if I will fall badly in the end, at least I can leave a strong mark of my youth, at least I have had an extraordinary experience in my life, and I can tell my child the funny story of his father when he was young, which is enough.