Into the scavenger in time

When time blurs the window of the heart, the memory hidden in the rings gradually decays, the color of the youth sky fades, the face of the city leaves only the mottled erosion of years when I walk into the vicissitudes of the world, I can see a glimpse of the light and shadow in the land. In a brand-new, simple, thick and bright world under the sky, the times rush towards me with a slow beat... I touch the monkey ticket, Romani Kangdi in 1979, Shang Yi Zhou Ding, Qin brick and Han tile, Tang pottery and song porcelain, yuan and Ming blue and white... the dust of the past, a thousand years; Recall the past and the present.