"Why are you so tall?" My aunt's voice pulled me back from distant memories. I looked back and saw her coming from the front with a stool.

"Nothing, play!" I replied and jumped off the top pole. When she saw this, she said that I would break my leg sooner or later.

"What time is it?" I asked her. My aunt divided the melon seeds in her hand with me, and replied, "It's almost half past three, and I'll collect the grain in a while." I sighed, stood beside her, and chatted with her. At five o'clock, my grandfather came to say that the grain could be delivered, and my aunt and I got up and took a board and began to collect the grain.

The dinner in the evening was still eaten at the aunt's house. She made it very simple, that is, she heated the noon dishes, burned some porridge and was done. After eating, I helped my aunt wash the pots and dishes and went back to my house. Because Dad is coming back tonight, I can't watch TV. Otherwise, if you are caught, you will inevitably be scolded.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and it was almost half past seven, thinking that I would be going to school tomorrow, and sighed that the three-day vacation had passed in a blink of an eye. Time flies so fast, why don't I feel anything in the past three days, and it's over?

I stood underground for a while and decided to go into the tent because the mosquitoes were biting too much at night. After I locked the door, I took off my shoes and climbed into bed. But I don't know if it's because it's too early, so I can't sleep. I didn't like the light again, so I reached out and turned it off. I opened my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and slowly my eyes began to adjust to my surroundings. I realized that the night was not as dark as I had imagined. I could see what was around me, and although it was just an outline, it gave me a sense of peace of mind in the darkness of the night.

I don't know when it started, but I suddenly realized that I like the night more than the day. For I have no need to hide in the night, and even if I show all my sorrow, you will not see it. So, I started to fall in love with the night......

I sighed, wondering if everyone was like me. A person likes to think crankily at night, especially when he can't sleep after the lights go out. It's like I'm lying in bed thinking about some mess in my head.

I had the illusion that the things that were in my head were right in front of me. It was as if I opened my eyes and realized that it was a dream I was having. And in real life I'm already very old, or I'm going to die soon. And now it's just a replay of when I'm about to die, like a movie, from beginning to end.

Thinking of death, I unconsciously touched my face. Will I die in the future? I'm still so young, will I grow up? And then it will get old like grandpa? And then I'm going to die? I will go to the world that my aunt said the old man saw in her dreams, but after that time, will I be old again? Will he die again?

There is a cycle in life, one cycle at a time...... Cycle......

You were born, you grew up, you grew old...... Take a turn and start from the beginning......

I don't understand, don't people say that time is eternal? But why are you getting older? Is it really as you said, time is a long song, singing all the joys and sorrows of the world......