"Give ㄋ a One-Way Ticket" - Childhood Desolation

Since the middle of this year, the family has sent two aunts away one after another.
Since then, Grandpa has no brothers or sisters in this world.

When I was young, there were many elders in the family.
The brothers and sisters of my grandparents were still young and strong at that time, and they still had some physical strength to go to relatives from time to time. The children were also filial, and they were always willing to follow the call of their parents and gathered from all directions to my place. Country home.
Therefore, there is no need to wait until the new year and festivals, and the family often staged the "family reunion" shown in the text advertisement.

Every day like this, the small house is always full of people standing inside and out. For a short period of time, I felt that the so-called "lively" means hot and noisy.
After a chaotic meal, men and women, old and young, sat or stood chatting in the courtyard one after another.
These pictures are my earliest and deepest memories of the "family" from the bottom of my heart.

The breeze blowing through the summer night, those incomprehensible whispers, and the drowsiness after a full meal constituted my childhood.

Is there a saying that goes like this? "Fortunate people use childhood to heal their lives."

When we grow up, there will be pressure and troubles.
But those summers that always felt hot and noisy when I was a child always gave me a kind of indestructible confidence.
Those summers reminded me all the time that I still have a home to go back to.

When you are in a bad mood, just hide in those memories and you will be able to move forward bravely.
Like an endless laughter, just my amusement park.

later.
Later, we grew up, and we grew up to catch up with the age of our parents. We grew up to realize that those incomprehensible whispers are aging at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
wither.

"Death" is like a black hole, nibbling away the whales and devouring those elders at an excessively fast pace.
First, I don't see each other once in a few years, and then I can meet several times a year.
In the end I got it from him.

Those summers, those whispers, and the "family reunion" that once felt very hot, noisy and annoying, have long since disappeared with one death after another, and finally disappeared from this family.

And those deaths are eroding my amusement park.

The protagonists in those memories are no longer fresh and agile with the passing of life, as if they were petrified and covered with ashes.
Waiting for time to weather it little by little, it was riddled with holes and then collapsed.

In the end, the amusement park that was once filled with all the bright and bright memories was extinguished.
Scattered around are stone statues that are weathered beyond human shape, and the protagonist who has no more memories will re-animate them.
Since then, the grass has been deserted, and the houses have fallen into ruin.