The sound of rain sounded outside the window, and the raindrops crackled on the window, and each raindrop seemed to be a seed of memory. I listened to the sound of the rain and thought about it, and the image came to greet my memory again! I think of the school years and the days that have passed, the wasted youth, the unforgivable mistakes I have made, the things I have gained but lost. At this time, the time with Melly as the protagonist still comes to mind, the rich fragrance, the birch forest covered with fallen leaves, the waiting in the wind on the skin of the head, the familiar tone, and the mirror-like lake intruding into the memories one after another. The transparent blue emerald sunset sky, with a few intermittent clouds smearing a few flawless white marks in the vault, like the distant white sails of the impressionist master Monet; Bright and golden leaves shimmer in the forest in the distance. These landscapes are static and soundless, so why are they static and silent? It seems that what makes me feel that I have to give everything to protect, is it these things that resemble landscape paintings? At that time, I did not expect that these years that had passed away were now more vivid as yesterday, and then fleeting, as if I had been enchanted by a wizard in a fairy tale, leaving me with only the sorrow flowing in my heart. There has never been a sunshine-like seed in my heart, but a three-dimensional space with a geometric shape, which is similar to what kind of shape it is difficult to say, but no matter who wants to squeeze, polish, cut, or even destroy it, it is impossible to achieve any purpose they want to achieve, at most it can only be made into an object that has been changed in shape, and there is no change in volume, and it still occupies that space. It often hits the edge of the mind, and the impact becomes more persistent and violent than ever.

Melly's time in my life seemed too short, like a wild horse in the wilderness, disappearing in a moment's time, and now, after that time has passed, I have tried many times to put it into words to make it clear, but I find it so difficult! Because it's like trying to count the stars in a brilliant starry sky, which is very difficult to do.

I got up, lit a cigarette, opened the curtains, and the Yitong River in the distance was like a black ribbon, fluttering in the air with the wind and then falling freely in the rain and mist in front of me, and under the light of the lights by the river, it seemed to be scattered with many diamonds of various sizes. I pondered the meaning of the sun-like seed and "Sunshine in the Rice Field", which led me to come to a conclusion after a long period of questioning:

The true meaning of faith is that faith = regeneration. —Martin Heidegger

When memory becomes the core of deep thinking, its essence will be given a new meaning, and its existence will shine on a new path, no longer the same as the past.

At this time, time is no longer a constraint, so what exists in the three-dimensional space of geometric shapes in my heart is all I can grasp now, maybe after the tempering of time, I have long been unable to recognize the original appearance, deformed, discolored, thinned, thickened, and even powdered, it does not matter, because not a single cent has been reduced, and has become more and more indestructible, as long as I go deep into it, all the details will be naturally reproduced! These things became the only sacrifices I made to commemorate that time.

There is no memory that will be completely forgotten, it is just covered and buried by time, and it has never disappeared. So I rekindled hope and decided to put it into words.