I had a fish tank, but there were only three, no, maybe four fish in it. Because it was always placed in a corner, and it was a pottery jar, I rarely took care of it. But today, I want to release them. I came out of the house and walked along the muddy and winding path to the riverbank. 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 becoming transparent, like autumn leaves sinking in the water.
Nearby, I found a book that I had lost before. I casually flipped through it. The pages had turned yellow, and there were still the marks I made back then. I was familiar with a lot of the content. On the way back, the path I came from 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, maybe it had just rained. The air was fresh, and my mood was good, 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.