I had a fish tank, but there were only three fish in it, no, maybe four, because it was always in the corner, and it was a pottery jar. I rarely took care of it. But today I'm going to release them. I came out of the house and walked along the muddy and winding path to the river. When I poured them into the river, I found that they were already gasping for breath. Due to not being fed for a long time, their bodies were almost transparent, like autumn leaves sinking in the water.
Nearby, I found a book that I had lost before. I flipped through it casually. The pages had turned yellow, and there were still the bookmarks I made back then. I was familiar with a lot of the content. On the way back, the path I came on was no longer there. The road in front of me seemed very long. The road surface was smooth and wide, with tall trees on both sides. It seemed like spring now. I really wanted to rest here for a while before continuing, but I had already gotten on my bike, so I didn't stop. I let it slowly move forward. I passed by my childhood school, which seemed different from before. It had changed from tiled houses to two-story buildings. The surrounding houses were neat, and the hotel in the distance was still there. I had stayed there before. Although I was riding a bike, I could still feel the softness of the ground. It must have just rained. The air was fresh, and I was in a good mood, so I didn't think about what it would become or whether those people were still there. I haven't been home for a long time. I wonder if I can still find the way back. It seems that everything here is different from before.