When I went home this time, I wanted to tidy up the cupboard on a whim. Mom is very happy. I hope I can make even a little storage space for her. Because in her opinion, everything in the cupboard is rubbish.
It's really some worthless ordinary items, but I can't bear to throw them away and keep them all the time.
Open the cupboard and see that they are still in their respective positions, silent. This wordless simplicity seems beautiful at the moment. It turns out that they have been somewhere in my heart, waiting to meet me at some point. Together, there are distant memories, and my heart is filled with emotion in an instant. Turning over the dust of old things seems to go back to the past.
In a rusty tin box, there are some ugly hair clips, some hair bands that have been useless for a long time ... the little girl dressed in front of the mirror appeared again. As long as I can remember, my mother won't let me have long hair because it's not easy to take care of. But girls love beauty, even if it is ear-length short hair, they should tie a few bundles. This hair band is probably a trophy after insisting on my mother. You can imagine how rare it is for a little me. Now, as I wish, I can't go back to my childhood innocence.
The most conspicuous position, a pile of letters that have turned yellow. My deskmate and I separated after graduation. In those years when there was no mobile phone, letters comforted each other's thoughts. Letters are not well preserved, some are missing and wrinkled, but they are more precious. It is a witness of true feelings, a pure and beautiful friendship in youth, and it warms my heart every time I think about it.
Open the diary next to you, and strange fonts come into view. The petals and leaves in the book have dried up, but they can still be seen clearly in the venation muscle. To be sure, its fragrance accompanied me, at that ignorant age! An emotional diary tells the story of rainy season in Seeds of Love and Secrets of Silence with Girls. Isn't that the mark of time?
It is quiet everywhere. I read my diary and recall the past. Time seems to have slowed down at this moment, and the peace and calmness of the years remain the same. Scenes of the past came from all directions like lost birds, flapping their wings in front of me, which was very interesting.
This is probably the charm of old things. Through it, I seem to see my lost youth. With it, my past has become tangible and real. They participated in my past, and my past became real because of them.
I never miss the past. I always feel that the old stories, old events and old feelings of the elderly have vicissitudes of life and charming artistic conception. Time flies, years pass, and old things have another taste.
Every object can evoke a lot of memories. It may not be expensive or even broken, but it is no longer common because of the touch-up of memory. It is undoubtedly alive, with the face of an old friend. Old friends may be gone, but they exist in the form of old things, continuing the feelings between people. Walking in the years like water, we always have to catch something to make up for the life that is easily broken.
I'm not so much sorting things out as remembering warmth. And this warmth is actually relying on these old things that my mother regards as waste.
However, after all, I didn't throw things away as my mother wanted, but put them away. I couldn't throw it away before, and I can't throw it away now. I can't imagine, if I throw them away, what should I take to witness my past that is gone forever? In the future, what should I take to carry memories?
It's really unbearable! Every object has a unique story, which embodies all kinds of feelings, whether beautiful or sad, deep or shallow. Although it is useless, it is a container of our life, full of ordinary time and storing bits and pieces of life. I will cherish them.
Don't give up the old things and never forget the past. Old things are the key to time. Even if it is rusty and dusty, it is still the most loyal guardian of time, waiting for us to be moved silently one day.
There is a saying in Jonathan Lee: Leaving things behind is not a process of getting rid of the weeds and storing the seeds, and the memories contained in the things left behind will certainly not be completely beautiful. After many years, looking at the old things that have been rubbed often means reconciliation and relief in some parts of your life.
Author introduction, Qiu Baoyu. Just a few minutes, record your life.