This evening I took a taxi out to attend @MSX_CN's event.

Looking out of the taxi, there are hardly any leaves left on the ivy, swaying in the cold wind.

Our village also has such ivy.

On my way home in the evening after picking bubbles at the east end of the village, I would encounter it.

The bubbles I picked back then were very large, very red, and very soft.

When I got home, the dim yellow light bulb in the house was on.

My parents had also finished picking corn and returned, ready to start dinner.

The meal was leftover dishes that my mom had made while boiling rice in a big pot.

There was a special taste of the boiled vegetables, and the rice too, the water boiled was not bland.

I desperately choked down a big bowl.

At that time, eating felt like completing a task for me, because it was too unpalatable.

But it didn't matter, the TV started playing cartoons.

It was a cartoon called Beast Hero, featuring a gorilla captain.

My happiest moments were watching the cartoon and molding the characters with clay.

But I didn't have enough clay; after molding one, I would knead it into a ball and then mold the next.

That was my happiest time.

Now it seems I can no longer enter such a pure state.

There is an uncontrollable joy and happiness.

Now, that kind of joy seems to be felt only in memories.

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