Today I specially organized the space album. Looking at those pictures taken at different times, different places, and different moods, I reminisce about the time that has gone and will not return. In front of these pictures, the gate of memory seems to be opened. Those scenes are clear yet ambiguous, touching yet sorrowful. Time is a tormenting thing. It makes you experience every day, every minute, and every second, but it also makes you forget every day, every minute, and every second. In fact, every day is not much different, but every day is also different. Human thinking has millions of edges, it depends on which angle you choose to get through each day. I am sad and sorrowful for those touching and sorrowful pasts, and I am full of waiting and joy for the unknown future. I ponder over those old pictures, reluctant to press the delete button for a long time. But if I don't delete them, where will my new pictures go? In a few days, these so-called new pictures will also become old pictures. So I have to press the delete button. After deleting the pictures, does the memory still exist? Of course, some memories will fade with the passage of time, but some memories are just the opposite. They won't fade but become clearer and more transparent instead. Layer by layer, they interweave and overlap to form a rainbow called "memory", charming and limitless, beautiful enough to make one's heart beat and hurt, but also sweeten one's heart. What brand of pillow is good? Warm-hearted! That's enough, really enough!!