Just sitting there, the winter night of 20 1 1 Yangmei ancient town came into view.
In an old house over 300 years old, the lights are not bright. Liang Shu and Liang Yi are talking about their romantic love story. The two have a gentle tone, look at each other affectionately from time to time, and continue to tell their stories with a smile, which makes people yearn for romance. Life is ordinary, but full of happiness. At some point, I took out a cd of my sister (Sister Li is their daughter, majoring in vocal music) and wanted to listen to it for us. Recording their favorite songs is a gift from their daughter. There is a cd player at home, and the living conditions are average, which is a bit out of place in the old house. This also shows that parents cherish their daughters' gifts. Aunt Liang said that this is the joy of their lives. Every day when she comes back from the field, she listens to her daughter's songs. In this way, we chatted slowly in the beautiful singing of Sister Li. Songs reflect the beauty of love, and this beautiful love makes songs more beautiful. The most impressive song is On the Top of Dongshan Mountain.
I didn't feel anything at the time. The memory suddenly evoked by singing is so warm. The feeling of contentment is like being specially cared for by God. It turns out that love can last for a long time and life can be really beautiful. At that time, I, the silly story listener, stayed there forever.
It's almost a year since graduation, and life is so busy that I don't have time to give meaning to my life, and I no longer have the romance and yearning of that year. The reason why I was shocked by the singing is that I am too far away from me now, far away from two worlds. I can't believe there is such a beautiful passage in my experience, too good to be true. When I was a child, I always felt that I had no stories, no memories, and I lived very lightly. Now that I have stories and memories, it really hurts to know those who can't go back. Only then did I understand that the people in the so-called "traveling thousands of miles often, gathering and leaving in ten years is different" refer more to themselves.
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? Recently started to work out. After intense exercise, I always walk around the community garden several times, and I will inadvertently think of the scene of living with my grandparents when I was a child. In a courtyard similar to a courtyard in the north, two old people and a young man live happily. Every night, my grandfather will exercise in the yard while I do my homework in the house. Sometimes I work overtime at night because I am playful on weekends, but whenever I write (sometimes until two o'clock in the morning), it is always the same as when my grandfather finishes my homework. At that time, I was very proud because I had a tacit understanding with my grandfather. I grew up slowly, only to know that my grandfather was with me. No criticism, no scolding, just silently accompanying.
? Now grandpa has been dead for half a year, and every time I think back on this experience, the picture is so warm and warm as a dream. This is a real experience that can never be repeated. I always feel that I am still young and need to accumulate experience, and these real losses are the last experience I want.
? I have always stubbornly believed that life needs height and thickness. With height, I can see more beautiful scenery, and with thickness, I can better examine the world. Lost myself in the pursuit of height. A song makes me feel a long distance, and the thickness is generally proportional to these lost beauty. Those cold and warm pictures are unbearable lightness for life.
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