Maybe it's really old, and now I often think back to the past, those lost years, like a yellowed old **, quietly laid out in the corner of my mind. Every frame is a story, some happy, some sad. They bloomed quietly in my heart, and then withered quietly.
I remember that summer afternoon, on a sunny day, my friends and I caught dragonflies and chased butterflies by the rice paddies. At that time, we were innocent and full of curiosity about the world. Those dragonflies and butterflies are magical creatures in our eyes, and the slightest touch can take us to the paradise of dreams. And now, those innocent laughter have long been drowned in the long river of years.
I also remember that cold winter night, when the family sat around the fire, my mother's hand gently patted me, roasted peanuts for us, and told me one ancient legend after another. The fire reflected everyone's face, and the warm halo was like a talisman, guarding us. And now, the warm stove, the fragrant roasted peanuts, and the familiar story have become the deepest nostalgia in my heart.
And, of course, those sad memories. I have lost friends, and because of misunderstandings and youthful and frivolous self-esteem, we drifted apart. Those laughter and laughter, those days and nights spent together, have turned into scars in the bottom of my heart. However, it is precisely these pains that have taught me to cherish and tolerate.
I often go back to those times in my dreams, sometimes the golden rice fields, sometimes the warm fireside. I was looking for answers in my dreams, looking for a kind of ** power. When I wake up, I always burst into tears.
However, life is a journey, and everyone is a passerby on the way. We cannot dwell on the past, nor can we predict the future. What we can do is to cherish the moment and cherish every time we get together with family and friends. Those good memories are like the stars, guiding us forward; And those sad memories are like stones, tempering our will.
Of course, now I understand that memories are not all there is to life. We can't let memories hold us back. Every memory is a part of life, and they make up who we are today. Whether it is happy or sad, it is a treasure worth cherishing.
In the shadows of the past, I look for myself. Those beautiful and sad memories have become the footnotes of my life and the light that will never be extinguished in my life.