The old soldiers carry old memories, even if they have long been blurred in the river of time, but resurfaced when I set foot here. Photographs also bring many distances closer, as if my parents, who have already gone away, were with me, passing by the clothes on the edge of the village house, surrounding the old banyan tree, and reminiscing about the vanished Changchunyuan. With the breeze blowing on the ears of rice and the faint scent of rice intertwined in my mind, I again suddenly had a sense of courage to face the present moment.