The world in my childhood is different from what I see when I grow up, and windows are the eyes that look at the world.
When I was a child, outside the window was a wide road with bamboo breaks. There were constant pedestrians and heavy traffic on the road. I lay quietly outside the window, watching passers-by come and go, walk and stop. Occasionally, the sound of the flute breaks into my ears, which makes me cover my ears and inevitably cry in my heart. There are also naughty children who have caused trouble and are being scolded by adults with their heads down. Their skin is wrong, their faces are red with embarrassment, and they are covering one ear and the other.
The children grew up slowly in the scolding. The naughtiness at this time was quietly hidden deep in their hearts and was never mentioned again.outside the window