As the sun sets in the west, Time God erases the last ray of light and spreads a deep layer of blue over the sky. Here, there are no stars or moon, and the world is silent. At this moment, all the bottles have fallen asleep, except for the distant light flickering. They are playing a familiar melody, which is my memory.
Picking up flowers in the morning and evening, memories are regained. The twists and turns of time, the ticking of the clock. Bringing tomorrow, but also taking away yesterday. Memories are packed into a box of hearts, page by page. And some are abandoned in the sea of time. They never disappear, just waiting for your call, waiting for you to come by boat and rescue them. They are sealed in a time bottle, and when you lift the seal, they never spoil. If you go back to that happy or sad, hopeful and desperate yesterday, experience the fragrance of memories.
I have never forgotten that memory. I searched in the box of my heart, but I couldn't find it no matter what. Heart says go to the sea of time! They are waiting for you there. I rowed a small boat along the river of time and arrived at the vast and boundless sea. There are many people's memories here, and according to my heart, everyone's heart is connected to the river of time. People throw some memories into the river, follow the river, and flow into the sea. So there are many bottles on the shimmering sea surface, and because people and things are different, the bottles come in all kinds. This is the Time Bottle. When I was rowing by, I accidentally startled these bottles. What surprised me was that they didn't go with force, but rather the same bottles could collide with each other, emitting various resonance of clarity, joy, and sadness. For a moment, the sea was no longer calm, and under the sunset, bottles collided with each other, playing a memorable movement. Long and deep, reaching deep into the heart.
I was curious about what was inside the bottle, but there was an ancient saying that goes, "Do not look, do not listen, do not speak, and do not move." I gave up this thought and went to search for my memory with this curiosity. I searched for a long time, but my goal was so small and the direction was so confusing. No navigation, no compass. As the sun sets in the west, Time God erases the last ray of light and spreads a deep layer of blue over the sky. Here, there are no stars or moon, and the world is silent. At this moment, all the bottles have fallen asleep, except for the distant light flickering. They are playing a familiar melody, which is my memory. I rowed towards that sea, without confusion or confusion, it was my own sea. Arriving in front of it, I stopped, so beautiful and heartbroken. At this moment, I see my former playmates, lost gifts, surprises and happiness. But I also saw the painful past and the scene of parting, feeling emotional and heartbroken. I sighed and said, "At that time, it was just ordinary." I picked up a bottle and held the unknown and familiar memories in my hand, wondering if it might be something I didn't want to see. I am feeling uneasy. The bottle sparkled like a heartbeat, like breathing.
In life, sometimes there is a memory that comes to mind unintentionally, some that you want to recall, and some that you don't want to recall. All the joys and sorrows, all the opposing emotions. Legend has it that all will flow into the sea over time, but some memories will pour into the heart with the tide. It will make us feel sad, happy, want to cry, want to laugh. I held the bottle and placed it in my heart, feeling warm. In the end, I didn't open it. Because the deepest memory in everyone's heart
We all know that we just don't want to face it. I rowed a small boat and embarked on the way home.
