Text: The Wind with a Story (Material: Hour Light).
It was a winter in the late 80s of the last century. I remember, it was when I was ** years old, in a cold winter.
As in most rural villages, every evening when there are no electric lights in the village, every household lights up candles or homemade kerosene lamps. The dim light of the fire shone through the low door, and under the dark night sky, everything seemed so bleak.
I was alone, sitting on a bench at the door of the hall, looking out at everything in a daze. The whistling north wind blew against the back hanging window of the hut, making me shiver even more when I was already timid.
At that time, living conditions in the countryside were difficult. Although the house is quite spacious, the walls have cracked due to disrepair, and the cold wind burrows into the house along the cracks, making people feel the biting cold, and the furniture in the house is very simple, except for a dilapidated wooden bed, a crumbling table, and a creaky chair, there is no other superfluous furniture.
Despite the poor living conditions, my memories of that era are fond. At that time, we didn't have the electronic products we have now, we didn't have TVs, computers, mobile phones, etc., but we had endless happiness.
After school, we would run to the fields together to fly kites, and the kites made of bamboo poles and thread would dance under the blue sky and white clouds, and that feeling of freedom is still unforgettable to me.
In the evenings, we would sit around the fire and listen to the old stories told by our grandparents. The stories they tell are always full of magic and legend that keep us hooked.
At that time, our hearts were pure, uncorrupted by worldly desires, and we believed in those magical stories and believed that we could be the protagonists of those stories.
Although the days were hard, our lives were full of joy. We don't complain that we can't eat delicious food, and we don't bother that we can't wear fashionable clothes. We know how to cherish every happiness in life and know how to share our happiness with the people around us.
Life in the countryside has gradually changed over time. With the development of science and technology, more and more families have begun to have TVs, ** and other household appliances, and people's lives have gradually become colorful.
However, these changes have not brought more joy to our lives, but have made us lose the innocence and happiness that we once had.
When I think back to life in those days, I can't help but feel a faint sadness in my heart. Although life in those days was hard, our hearts were happy.
And now life, although materially rich, our hearts are becoming more and more empty. We have lost that simple happiness and the ability to share it with those around us.
Perhaps, we should re-examine our lives and regain the happiness we once had. We should learn to cherish every joy in our lives and learn to share it with others. Only in this way will our lives become better.
On that cold winter night, I sat alone on the bench at the door of the hall, staring out at everything in a daze. I think of life in those days and those carefree days.
I know that time is gone, but I hope that we can always remember that good time and make it an eternal memory in our hearts.
Now, I've grown up and left that place full of memories. But I still often think about life in those days, and the people and things that accompanied me through my childhood. Those good memories are like a beacon that illuminates my path forward, so that I am no longer confused on the road of life.
I know that no matter how far I go, the memories of that era will stay with me. Those good times have become the most precious treasure in my heart, allowing me to move forward with determination in the face of difficulties and setbacks.
In this materialistic society, we should learn to cherish those simple and beautiful memories. We should learn to slow down and feel the beauty in life. Only then will our lives become more fulfilling and happy.
Although life in those days was hard, our hearts were happy. That time is long gone, but we can still draw strength from those good memories and make our lives better.
Let's miss the life of that era and those good memories together. Let us find that simple happiness in this bustling world and make our lives shine again.