The most romantic thing by Taiwan Province singer Zhao Yonghua once planted a seed of primitive dream about love in the hearts of many young girls.
With the passage of time, the romance of youth has evolved into maturity and exquisiteness. When the melody of "slow-slow-chat" was inadvertently and easily remembered, I suddenly felt a little imperceptible regret in my heart.
Where does this shortcoming come from? Is it a suspicion of memory or a love of words? I don't know, either.
Until one day, I met a platform: Xinshu. com, an official WeChat account that can print memories into books. Only then can I perceive this shortcoming more clearly-all these shortcomings stem from my anxiety about memory.
Our memories are like tiny stars scattered in the vast universe, scattered outside but without foundation.
But the memory is constantly losing. Those small and moving pictures in life are often bound by trivial things until they fade away and eventually forget.
It suddenly dawned on me that the poetry and romance in the lyrics actually lack a carrier that can record the past time and restore the beautiful past.
All along, in fact, I have the habit of keeping a diary, but I was finally assimilated by digital media.
It has been more than ten years since 2002. Those yellowed papers, those faint inks, are full of memories.
One by one, from the small town where I lived in junior high school, to the county town where I lived in high school, and then to the big city where I lived in college, all my diaries followed me all the way. On the way forward, there are heavy memories, and every step will enrich life.
However, since when did I put down my pen and stop buying those beautiful diaries? I wrote down my feelings in the space. When Weibo became popular, I moved to Weibo, and then when my circle of friends became popular, I abandoned Weibo.
Looking back on these years, those words recorded on different social media, those wonderful moments, on the endless time axis, a record, pushing a record, fell into an increasingly distant past, and then, there was no way to read, let alone recall.
There is a feeling of being lost and found again. There is a kind of joy, called all one's wishes come true.
Inadvertently entered a website called Heart Book, only to know that in a few simple steps, you can print the status of your circle of friends, such as Weibo, into a book.
Being able to publish my own books was once my childhood dream. The name has been decided, and it is called "Thousands of Waters in Qian Shan". I write down the travel notes of every city I have traveled, hoping that one day all my wishes will come true.
Thinking books are really amazing. From the cover, to the font, from the page number to the page layout, the photos I have taken and the words I have written have the temperature of life, which is no longer the cold data in that media.
A grateful heart book allows me to record myself in the WeChat circle of friends and Weibo, and talk about those little memories in a book.
Let every sunny morning, every windy evening and night, every corner with a mood and every romantic moment with a heart jump from the paper and be preserved as a poetic and romantic permanent stain.
I was very excited when I received the finished product from the heart book.
Looking through the pages of exquisite typesetting and carefully reading the words and feelings buried in digital media in recent years, my memories wake up one after another.
Our story, our beautiful memories, in my tone, are engraved in this black and white color picture, printed into a book and bound into a book. Year after year, until we are old.
Will you stay with me when we are too old to go anywhere? We sat in a rocking chair, with a book on psychology in our hands, and talked slowly.