How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that so deeply a part of your being, that you can’t even conceive of your life without it?
How many times will you remember an afternoon of your childhood. an afternoon so deeply a part of you that you can't be without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless. 普天之下无新事