Me and Stamps

Life is a kaleidoscope. It shows us a colorful world. When you are sixteen or seventeen years old, you also have a blue sky and a paradise. There, you use your own soul to feel and create with your own wisdom. Everything there fascinates you and makes you intoxicated: reading, painting, planting flowers, collecting stamps... You must have enjoyed unlimited fun, gained lessons and enlightenment, and cultivated your temperament. It allowed me to learn a lot of extracurricular knowledge and appreciate the folk customs of various countries.

What I am most interested in is collecting stamps. Opening my stamp album, beautiful stamps are displayed in front of my eyes. There are brightly colored and lifelike flowers, birds and caterpillar fungus, the twelve zodiac signs with different and lifelike expressions, and various commemorative stamps of great commemorative significance at all times and at home and abroad. However, the one that attracts me the most is the 1995 commemoration of China’s Anti-Japanese War and the World’s Anti-Fascist A set of stamps issued on the 50th anniversary of the victory in the war. The eight stamps in this set are: "July 7" War, Taierzhuang Victory, Hundred Regiments War, Resistance Behind Enemy Lines, Mangyou Reunion, Overseas Chinese Donations, Taiwan's Recovery, and Great Victory. Whenever I see this set of stamps, especially the stamp with a denomination of only ten cents and a picture of several Eighth Route Army soldiers on a fortress with machine guns shooting at the enemy with the theme of the "July 7th" war, I will think of it. The "July 7th Incident" told in the book. It took me on a journey through modern history. It brought back endless admiration for my past life. I was not born in that generation, but I feel his breath deeply.

In addition to stamp collecting making me feel closely connected to history, I also developed my own cultural literacy. The world in the stamps is very small, because it is only a square inch in size; it is also very big, because it encompasses everything within a square inch. Stamps are a regular accumulation of culture. They were born with the development and maturity of human beings. Stamp culture can be traced back to 1840, when British Sir Rowland Hill invented the world's first stamp, the "Penny Black" stamp, to meet people's needs for information communication. This is the advent of world stamps. This can also be said to be a modern stamp. The origin of Chinese stamps can be traced back to the fourth year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu (1878 AD), when the Tianjin Post Office issued my country's first set of Yunlong stamps (commonly known as Dalong stamps). This is the origin of stamps in the world and in our country. This was also the official start of stamp culture.

Stamps have gained widespread cultural recognition as a daily necessities around the world. Its cultural function as the first of the three major collecting hobbies in the world has become increasingly evident, with a wide range of topics, life-oriented and diversified. The design has profound national cultural heritage. The subject matter of stamps is vast. The themes include politics, economy, culture, science, natural scenery and other aspects, which can be said to be all-encompassing. To a large extent, stamps are an extension of cultural heritage. They are a re-elaboration and interpretation of real life. This process is a wonderful one. Sometimes it will really make you extremely excited, and sometimes it will make you extremely sad. It is because of this that the stamps contain thought-provoking philosophy of life.

Stamps will give you inspiration in life, so try to understand the life that belongs to stamps. It is impossible to be smooth sailing in your stamp collecting process. There is a saying that goes well - smooth sailing is just a story, and ups and downs are life. Although this sentence is not of much use here. But at the very least it explains the ups and downs, joys and sorrows of stamp collecting. When I turned back and opened the yellowed protective paper, I realized that stamps were already a part of my life, and they had penetrated deeply into my bones.