One big sign ofbecoming senile is that anything, no matter how small it is, a smell, a soundor a plant, can trigger a chain of emotions and memories of long ancient past. Todayis a good example. Quarantined on campus for so long, today I am very desperateto go outside to meet the Cororado River. I love this river because the journeyback and forth is long enough for me to indulge myself in fantasies that giveme a sense of adventure and at the same time a sense of going back home. I loveto try different paths each time and enjoy the feeling of roaming about the unknownterritory and exploring the sleepy and tranquil community that has small pathsthat zigzag into the middle of nowhere. Sometimes I feel completely disorientedand then suddenly I get my bearings again. Between these getting-lost moments, Iwas like travelling on a time machine that freely and constantly brought meback to my childhood that I daydreamed and relived uncontrollably duringunearthly hours for so long. I was just on the point of daydreaming, suddenly Ispotted something. At first glance, I thought my eyes are cheating me. It couldn’tbe. Rubbing my eyes, I looked hard. Yes. There it is. A plant with those littleberries. Can you still identify it? It appeared in my dream again and again. Icouldn't make a mistake. It's tiantian, a kind of fruit that children love themost. Grown in the wild, it is that kind of plant that doesn't need anybody totake care of it. Preferring the soil with nutrients, it is usually found insmelly places usually with animal poo around it. I hate to go to those placesto pick those berries but I also love its sweet taste. So whenever my youngersister begged me to go out to collect them, I always said no. Then she wentout. But each time she came back, she would bring a whole enamel-coated mug oftiantian back home to me. I can always count on that. Her mouth purple, shesaid she had enough and then we would run cold water through the berries, laughingall the time. Made crystal clear, these purple berries are the most heavenlyfruit you can ever imagine and those moments of eating tiantian and laughingtogether with my sister are always my favorite pastime. In my memory, thosedays were always cloudless and the sky is always high, just like it is today. HowI wonder I can make time come back again.