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Text: Chen Hao. 
"Good Times Slip Away" is an essay written by Chi Zijian in 1992. She said that ten years ago, her family had a beautiful courtyard with flowers and trees, a real house that was closely connected to the land, and a complete family. Where to live, the air is real air and the sky is real sky. In spring, "the mountains and slopes are full of Dazi fragrant flowers, and the red one from a distance is more gorgeous than the morning glow"; In summer, "persimmons, Yagada, marin, goat's milk, water grapes and other wild fruits" ripen one after another, and she likes to "sit on the forest meadow and enjoy it"; In autumn, "the forest is very affectionate, the leaves are red, golden, and green", and the fluffy, watery mushrooms are the stars of the forest; Winter, "so long that I feel like time doesn't flow." Snowflakes are coming one after another, and the distant mountains are vast, and the near mountains are also vast."
Ten years ago, I had just retired, my son had just worked, my father-in-law was recovering from a serious illness, and everything was going well. My parents and in-laws live in my hometown, and there is a beautiful garden where flowers and trees are planted, and there is a real house that is closely connected to the land, and there is a complete home. At that time, I called my parents every day**, and sometimes the two of them would talk to each other and would ask me to comment; Sometimes one parent will warn the other not to file a complaint against their daughter. On the weekend, we went to visit our son, smelled the fragrant food in the pot, and the two of us unceremoniously ate it all, and we were still unsatisfied; Or go to visit your parents or in-laws, turn around the vegetable garden in front of the house and behind the house, and see the vegetables you like directly pulled out, more often they are ready, we just need to take them away. At that time, my father-in-law was not very familiar with the computer, and every time I went back, he would give me a list of questions. I haven't finished answering one, two, three, four, and my mother-in-law is waiting a little impatiently, anxious to report the new words I just learned recently. Once, she mysteriously took out a small note and showed me the words she had just written, twisting and pinching, like a shy mother-in-law.
On such a day, it is fresh and bright, simple and warm!
Ten years have passed in a flash, and the sunset is still a blood-dripping sunset, but life is no longer a matter of people. Chi Zijian's grandfather and father died, she left her hometown, and her mother spent a lonely time in memories.
Good times always slip away. It took my father and mother-in-law to a place that would never come back, broke my mother's "rhetoric" that she never got sick, and took her to the battlefield of fighting disease.
God closes a door and opens a window. The arrival of her granddaughter, Little Lime, brings laughter to the dull life. No matter how difficult it is, I can't bear to spoil her fun, and I always have to reply her with a smile. "Mrs. is good" and "grandma is good", across the screen, the baby's childish words illuminate the difficult days bright and brilliant.
Life doesn't always go perfect. However, isn't it enough to have consummation, to have had?