A really interesting reflection on memory, and how memory often provides a more perfect picture of a time than the actual reality of living that moment. I guess this is just a mechanism of the subconscious, the mind paints memory with our expectations and hopes around a person, or place, of the past.

You touch on this effusive aspect of memory well in your poem in the lines below.

惊喜地发现那口被深埋的爱之井
依然鲜活如初
To his surprise, he finds the well of love being deeply buried so long is still vivid as in the beginning

且愈加香醇
And more aromatic and purer

Those lines express the idea of the 'rose tinted glasses' of memory, that I've written about in the past.

I also enjoyed the translations of the poem by Yuan Zhen.
Thanks for sharing @kaixin

And thank you for referencing my blog 🙂