Whenever I open the stamp album, I will turn to the ancient water town. This set of stamps is apricot blossom spring rain, green hills and beautiful waters, rivers and rivers, stone bridges like the moon, blue bricks and tiles, boats like a shuttle, how beautiful the Jiangnan water town is! Show us a landscape painting of an ancient face. Xitang town, Jiashan, Zhejiang, has a small morning light, narrow waterways and rippling blue waves, reflecting the buildings with rich ancient fragrance and the trees that have experienced vicissitudes.
"When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I am here and my mother is there. " I like this sentence of Yu Guangzhong, because I like colorful stamps and the stories behind them.
The first close contact with stamps was an accidental opportunity. When I was five years old, I liked those colorful colored papers. One sultry afternoon, I sneaked into my grandfather's study and moved something that grandpa never allowed my family to move, two very special books-stamp albums. Young me, I don't understand what that is. I saw many beautiful patterns on the sticker smaller than the candy paper, including kites, flowers, grass, and my grandfather's idol, the freak face with red and green face. Later, I learned that it was called Facebook, which was the national treasure of China. I was so happy to see such a beautiful pattern that I quietly took it out and shared it with my partners. In the afternoon, as soon as I entered the door, I saw grandpa's heavy face. My kind grandfather never put down his raised hand, but silently took away the two unrecognizable stamp albums I had made, carefully cleaned them and locked them. I learned afterwards that it was the only thing my grandmother left him before she died.
Perhaps to apologize, I became an amateur stamp collector, but I am not obsessed, just looking for traces of stamps.