Heart Travel

More than 40 years of life, 20 years as a secretary. There are too many things floating in the memory river. Some are like spring wild weeds growing crazily, some are like the summer sun shining implacably, some are like leaves in autumn flying freely, some are like snow in winter creeping quietly. When I look back in detail, many things during this period eventually disappear with the memory. Only those days I stayed up late cannot be forgotten.