Green Coral Sea.

The time in my memory was covered with moss. I suddenly became fond of missing the past, just like an old man at dusk, used to recalling that long and gentle period of time in the sunset, with a smile of Ning Xi on the corner of my lips. Although the time that belongs to me and can be recalled is not long, it is also beautiful. The background in my memory is always the rolling floating clouds, the large green and bright sunshine, warm and natural. Just like us who were innocent at that time. Sun, birds, tall grass. Paper Airplane, lollipop, dandelion. The whole world is mine. The clear sunshine shook like water, dazzling but not dazzling. Flower Xie flowers. Tide tide. The tide in my mind covered the scenery and was also dyed with green marks. At first, it was just like ink drops in water, just a little bit. Then it gradually rotates and spreads, and finally the cloud dyed a green ocean. Is this the Coral Sea of memory? Stop-motion. Playback. Forgotten. I don’t know whether every memory has to go through such a process. I would like to compress that Green Ocean into a photo and keep it in the corner of my heart without being disturbed. In this way, after hundreds of millions of light years, maybe those accumulated memories can really turn into coral fossils and glow with ancient and mysterious light again? Or, it can’t become anything, or even turn yellow day by day. But some people will remember that under the blue sky, a green ocean once flourished. Everything, buried deep, Coral Sea.

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