Can’t find

When I came back to my hometown recently, I had to sort out some old things. The spider web at the door of that cabin had been torn apart by the wind and rain, and I felt a little sad in my heart. I had been traveling outside for so many years, the soul has already been ridged like a spider web. The moment I opened the door, a musty smell came on my face. The decoration in the room was the same as when I left a few years ago. The thick dust seemed to pour out their loneliness and loneliness to me. After some twists and turns, the cabin finally could be occupied. The old things in the cabinet pulled my thoughts back to the beginning of my memory, and the past time came back to my mind so easily, I thought I had forgotten it, but finally I found that I just sealed him in the deep of my memory like an old thing, the behavior of a small object or even a stranger will make the memory flood in my mind. At this time, I find that the memory is always there and never forgotten, on the contrary, it is brewed by time to be more mellow and fragrant. I can’t help recalling the past. Just like when we met an acquaintance recently and talked about another playmate, we found that we were so stubborn and firmly believed that we would grow old together, in the courtyard, we talked about our innocent and happy childhood in the sun, smiling and revealing the toothless gums. However, as time went by, we finally lost in the tunnel of time, just because I am reluctant to let go of some people or things or not willing to face a sad ending. In fact, I have come back in these years, and I had planned to stay for a few days, but there are always some things urging me to step, reminding me that I must leave immediately, but looking back, I found that I seemed to stay still, except for exhaustion and dust all over my face. I like listening to music on rainy days and looking at the World washed by rain outside the window. The dust is no longer flying, the dust settles down, and the tiny particles seem to cling to the Earth affectionately; The leaves are greener and more energetic, the shaking leaves seemed to be humming happily; The sky was no longer gray and cloudless, and the gentle sunshine seemed to be looking down at all things. Everything is so beautiful, and it will make me forget the noisy whistle behind me. I hope the time is still the same and the time is quiet. It seemed that I had been walking for a long time until I was physically and mentally exhausted. It seemed that I stayed there and looked at the separation and combination around me. After experiencing too much gathering and separation, I felt a little numb. It seemed that it was no longer related to me. I am always recalling the past, immersed in the carefree childhood, tireless, but I find that those long-gone and unreachable future have become memories in my memory, I cried and burst into tears, and missed the happiness that could have been happy, so I stood back to the origin of recalling irresistible. One day, when I was walking in the chaotic street, a song suddenly attracted me, which made me reluctant to stop and fall into thought, maybe it is beautiful or sadness, there is always a melody that touches sensitive nerves. One day, on a whim, I will start to look for something that I once regarded as a treasure or dared not to face, just because that melody brought me back to the deep place of my memory that once made my blood boil. I always miss the past crazily, the childhood that would ignore meals because of playing, and then run home hurriedly in the shouting of adults. The partner who played together was tireless, occasionally there will be a little awkward, a candy is enough to melt all the estrangement, the free land, we are never tired of it, carrying many cheers and laughter, and the dearest family, the hands that helped me wipe away tears were no longer soft, and became as rough as dead wood, telling the cost of our growth for so many years, I seemed to have been walking in confusion, I don’t know the direction. To be more precise, I can’t find the direction. I keep turning over the old things and only hope that I can get guidance from there. The diary will remind me of my dream,, photos remind me of those lovely people who seem to have not contacted me for a long time. They used to accompany me with sadness, happiness and struggle together, so we couldn’t find us in the north and started to find things. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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