When the moon hung on the branches, I returned to the courtyard of my childhood.

Looking around, the entire courtyard has shown signs of time. On the mottled courtyard wall, you can still see withered ivy, and in the corner of the wall are several pots of dead branches and leaves that have been tormented by the severe winter.

Everything seems the same as before, but also a little different.

When I was lost in thought, a baby voice interrupted my thoughts , " Xuxu, ...