Three bodies

These texts should be called history, but the author can only rely on my own memory, and the writing lacks historical rigor.

In fact, it is not accurate to call it the past, because all that happened did not happen in the past, nor did it happen in the present, nor did it happen in the future.

The author does not want to write details, but only provides a general framework of history or past events.Because the surviving details must be very rich, and most of this information is stored in drifting bottles, hoping to reach the new universe and preserve it.

So I just write the skeleton so that one day I can fill in all the information and details - not us, of course.I hope there will be that day.

Unfortunately for the author, that day is not in the past, not in the present, nor in the future.

I moved the sun to the west, and as the angle of the sun changed, the drops of water on the seedlings in the field suddenly sparkled, like countless eyes suddenly opened.I dimmed the sun a bit, made a dusk in advance, and then looked at my own back on the horizon.I waved, and the silhouette before the setting sun waved too.Looking at that figure, I feel that I am still very young.

It was a good time and great for reminiscing.