Two tall, spotlessly white pillars stand in front of me, looking through, blue sky and white clouds come into view. Sitting on a wooden bench with faded paint, Thinking, dazing, confusing. Looking up, the dazzling sunshine leap to my eyes, Reflecting the flag waving in the middle. A few sparrows fly across the sky, Several squirrels ran across the lawn. Taking a deep breath, I can taste the cold breeze. Suddenly the calm was broken by the rumble, Looking down, turned out to be a car passing by. These remind me of something, That spring is far away, Deep and unforgettable. Memories will not fade, Stories don't get old.