{"id":6797,"date":"2021-11-05T15:18:33","date_gmt":"2021-11-05T15:18:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/?page_id=6797"},"modified":"2021-11-05T16:22:10","modified_gmt":"2021-11-05T16:22:10","slug":"a-frame-in-my-childhood","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/a-frame-in-my-childhood\/","title":{"rendered":"A Frame in My Childhood"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Dusk, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the sweet scent of the cooked rice lingering in the air,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The muffled murmur, laughter, yelling, gossip, warm up the night,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The yellowish light pouring out from the window reminds me that there is a home there,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The alley is alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>                         But I can\u2019t conquer my fear,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Thousands of worms are creeping in my stomach, chewing whatever left inside of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When the sun goes down, my heart goes down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><a href=\"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/Amstredam-magic-murshroom.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"500\" height=\"335\" src=\"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/Amstredam-magic-murshroom.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6793\" srcset=\"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/Amstredam-magic-murshroom.jpg 500w, https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/Amstredam-magic-murshroom-300x201.jpg 300w, https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/Amstredam-magic-murshroom-50x34.jpg 50w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<h2><a href=\"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/my-journey\/\" data-type=\"page\" data-id=\"6803\">Back to <strong><span class=\"has-inline-color has-black-color\">My Journey<\/span><\/strong><\/a><\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dusk, the sweet scent of the cooked rice lingering in the air, The muffled murmur, laughter, yelling, gossip, warm up the night, The yellowish light pouring out from the window reminds me that there is a home there, The alley is alive. But I can\u2019t conquer my fear, Thousands of worms are creeping in my stomach, chewing whatever left inside of me. When the sun goes down, my heart goes down. Back to My Journey<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/6797"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6797"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/6797\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6839,"href":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/6797\/revisions\/6839"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/zhiminhu.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6797"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}