" 文分文 " is a very popular word in recent years. It pursues a free and refreshing life state, which sounds somewhat fascinating. But for someone like me who is particularly nostalgic, just breaking the three words apart and chanting them for a moment, the unswerving determination in each word makes me feel a lot of pain that is separated from the old things and things and the old times, let alone doing it.
I like to collect some old items. Not to mention the old clothes that have been collected in the cabinet for more than 20 years, the stacks of letters from the past, those outdated tapes and discs that can never be played, have already filled one bookcase drawer after another.
Those old clothes, even though I know I will never wear them again, I am still willing to leave a place for them. When tidying up the wardrobe in the season, I occasionally try it on. I am very happy that I can still wear it, but I can't help but fall into the loss of time. Under such an emotion, I was even more reluctant to throw them away.
On the days of rest, I am used to opening the drawers that are mostly closed on weekdays, looking through old yellowed letters, and looking through stamps or some old coins in small boxes. Each of the small objects accumulated and settled from the old time is labeled as time and memory. Some scenes in life that are gradually fading away can be brighter in memory again because of them. Those people and things that have been related to them, like old movies, pass by. Childhood, youth and all past days have become clear and fuller from the original blur and out of reach, and are close to you, full of emotion.
So, if you want to give up, how easy is it? Taking away those old objects that have long been left on the edge of time is like collecting a key to open old time and memory. One day, we will take them out, open the dusty door, and feel the long-lost warmth. We look back peacefully and walk into those old times that we have been entangled with life.
The largest old item I collected was a large water tank I got when I split up twenty years ago. At that time, there was no tap water in the village. The well dug in the yard was too close to the sea and it was salty water, so it could not be used as drinking water. It had to go to another old well at the foot of the mountain to carry water into the water tank, and then settle and use it as drinking water. This primitive method has been used to connect tap water to the village, and the large water tank has finally retired.
This water tank that records the historical mission is naturally even more reluctant to throw it away. Fortunately, the self-built house has a small yard, which has no effect when idle. Last year, the girl's father had a sudden idea and spent some time. After various transformations, he converted the water tank into a large fish tank and raised the ornamental fish , which was very suitable.
When planting flowers in the yard and enjoying flowers, I occasionally stop by the big water tank and watch the fish play freely in the water. I walked into an old time and began to see things and think of them - there are always some old things that seem useless, and I silently stop in the corner of life, waiting for us to think of them occasionally.
Those who say "save the leave" may be to walk lighter, and to many distances that I yearn for but may not be able to go as I wish. More often, I feel like a slow-moving old man, struggling by my past and present, walking little by little. They are rushing to the future, and because of that nostalgia, I prefer to live in the present.
Time flies, like a flash of time. Those old objects that are reluctant to leave and the old time that leisurely approaches are full of tenderness and touching in the life full of fireworks.
(The author is a member of the Xiamen Writers Association of Fujian Province, and his works are scattered in "Hundred Schools of Essays", "Writer World", "Thinking and Wisdom", " Fujian Daily ", "Tianjin Daily" and other newspapers)
