Just like a cup of pure and bitter coffee, the past has lived warmly in my heart for a long time, some of which are yellow and have not solidified for a long time.
Many times I am like an old woman, leaning against the wall and forgetting everything in the past. They are like a golden sunflower field, which always reminds me of the blue sky, the faint clouds and the faint wind.
Whether sentimental or generous, there is always a long memory shuttle in the corridor of memories.
It is rare that one day, these good or bad past events will be broadcast one by one like photos. The past is like an old movie, looking at your past with nostalgia and emotion. Although black and white, it is clearly a commemoration of youth. Or inadvertently, you will think of yesterday's scenes, and the classics will reappear like yesterday. Choose it for music. Adults like it, so do I ..)
Growing up in grandpa's story, I like nostalgia. It's not that I don't have the rebellion and propaganda of the post-90 s. Because of my growth, many past events have been diluted by vigorous new things. Little by little, the fragments close to beauty were preserved. In retrospect, I couldn't help crying.
I don't object that cutting-edge people like the present continuous tense, even though many people tell me to adapt to the present, cherish what I have now and don't always miss the past. But that's not my character. The past is a post station in my heart. When I was most sad, the place where I could still live, my growth, its records, my tears and my laughter were all collected by it.
Sometimes in retrospect, when I am really old, I will tell these stories to my grandchildren and let them share them with me. Whether it is anger or sadness. What a happy thing this will be. Just like grandpa often picks up photo albums and tells me every experience in a few treasures.
A nostalgic person will cherish the beauty of life, pay attention to observation and experience carefully. In retrospect, every detail of that life is vivid. I am moved by those who clearly remember what I should remember. They taught me to love all the beauty in the world.
A person with a story is mostly writing his own biography in a vivid way. Aren't many beautiful and unforgettable past events their most precious wealth and material?
Perhaps, my age should not be such a character. Perhaps, on the lost road, I am still too weak to do it. Perhaps, the way I laughed and shouted all my life, you wouldn't expect to fall in love with the past. Then, please look back at your own path. The past, like petal rain, is getting warmer and warmer in your footsteps. Although it hasn't snowed in winter, my heart is already warm.