Old memories are like a window, and when you open it, it is difficult to close ......"At that time, I had moved to my new home for more than half a year, and the sky was still bright in the summer evening, but the community was already brightly lit, so I remembered my previous home, which was very well lit, and we rarely turned on the lights during the day. I suddenly missed it.
I miss my slightly childish pink bedroom, and I read one book after another by the bright daylight outside the window, when reading was pure love, and I was often blamed for not hearing my mother call me, and now I can only take a little time out of my busy schedule to read, or read for the sake of accumulation.
I miss the kitchen with the small balcony, where I learned to cook independently for the first time, and I was afraid of being burned and grabbed the vegetable spatula, but now our kitchen is clean and bright, and cooking is more convenient, but I rarely set foot in it, and the food I once learned has long been thrown out of the clouds.
I miss the simple dusty balcony, where peonies and spider plants bloomed, aloe vera and succulents grew, and my mother and I watered and cut aloe vera, and even the dust was shining in the air. And now the potted spider plants at home have been changed and replaced, and the flowers and plants on the balcony have not been watered.
I miss the joy outside the window, my primary school is across the street from home, and it is not the alarm clock that wakes me up every morning, not the dream, but a "Dream Sailing", and it is not a bird that accompanies me home every evening, not a sunset, but a song "Go Home". And now I always drag my tired soul home from school, and I never pay attention to the hustle and bustle outside the window.
Suddenly, I deeply experienced the feeling of yesterday; Suddenly, there is such an important happiness in the memories that we have never really remembered, but it is just our sudden nostalgia, but it makes us feel that the beautiful memories in the long river of life are the most beautiful peach blossoms in our lives.
February**Dynamic Incentive Program I miss the streets on winter nights, when I have to go to the bathhouse to take a bath, I always can't dry my hair, my hair freezes hard after a while I go out, and my mother always nagging me while asking me if I eat roasted sweet potatoes and roasted corn on the street stalls. Now that the snacks downstairs are dazzling, I can't afford to go downstairs anymore.
Is life worse today than it used to be? Not really, my home is warm in winter and cool in summer, I never have frostbite on my hands, I don't have to travel long distances to the bathhouse to take a bath in winter, the elevator goes straight to it, I don't have to climb up and down the six-story stairs, but I still miss it.
In the seventeen years of my life, this is the most onerous year, and everything I thought was past would be washed away by time and blurred more and more, and finally forgotten by me, replaced by new memories.
That day was the first time I recalled the past, and the scenes that I thought were slowly yellowing and turning old appeared in front of my eyes, still so clear and bright, as if the sun was still shrouded in me at that time.
Life is everywhere, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush. "Feihong has passed, only the snow marks remain, honestly, the past is only suitable for nostalgia, not for going back. The torrent of time carries us forward, we can only keep moving forward, but we can still get solace from the past, find our original intention, even if we are covered with the dust of life, we can smile and embrace the sunshine.
It was my first nostalgia and my first hope. I hope that I can resist the thousands of troops in life and regain my original love for books; I hope that I will abandon my numbness and laziness, and regain the firewood, rice, oil and salt in the world, with thousands of fireworks; I hope that I can get closer to the beauty of life and let my soul be lighter again in nature. I hope that after the end of the thousand sails now, I can be a better version of myself than I remember. It is said that nostalgia is an escape from reality, but I don't think so, we know the world in the past life, measure ourselves, only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze does not change the old waves. "Now, as the winter sun is shining on the balcony, just like that summer evening, like every sunny day in those years, I remember that time again, and my heart is full of warmth. There was still dust on the balcony, I was still watering my mother's spider plant, and the sports field downstairs was still full of laughter.