Evacuate memory

    I was still indulged in the pained memory,just as clear as the blue sky in shanghai,cherished at least in the bottom of my inner heart by myself,maybe the emotion and feeling will survive and overlast through the whole of my growing years ,just like the River Huangpu flow at a mild speed towards the Changjiang,to be frank with God,slow in the surface but definitively fast under the surface ,which is the real substance of a big river.