It’s another year. Time has passed too fast. I’m still preparing for winter. Spring is coming again. Has been recalling, recalling childhood, recalling yesterday, even recalling yesterday, I can not remember in textbooks, many years ago and friends play but remember clearly, do not know whether memory is good or bad. Every day I wake up, no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember the scene in my dream. I don’t know whether it’s the past or the future, or whether it’s a fantastic dream that doesn’t exist. I am a sentimental person, but also a nostalgic person, can not let go of the past is the most normal performance, if one day I no longer mention the past, it is strange, I am afraid that I am ill, soon after death, I dare not mention it again, afraid of excessive sadness, sighed and left.