The last time I cried was on November 28, 2021. I couldn’t believe that I lost my little silvery camera which accompanied me for over ten years. My tears streamed down unstoppable. The lovely camera reserved countless memories, throughout my adolescence, recording my friends and family, my colorful life. So I cried and complained to myself. But thank goodness, that’s time had friends hugged me and comforted me. One of my friends said: We can make new memories, let’s go. I know we can’t dwell on something miss, I lose a camera, but I can buy a new one. We need to live in the present moment. I cried for more than 1 hour, used many tissues, and I rid it off.