The weather is gloomy today, and it will be a little sunny occasionally.
This reminds me of my hometown yard. When I was staying in my hometown in the afternoon, the yard of the bungalow was yin and yang, and clouds kept floating by, breaking the direct sunlight. The cement floor exuded the hot smell of sunlight, mixed with the pungent smell of grass and earthy outside the house. The house has been around for a while, and the smell of cement and the smell of plaster on the wall are also looming in the smell of my hometown.
Because it is in the mountains and is sparsely populated, it is extremely quiet, so quiet that you can clearly feel that your body contour is gradually getting tougher, bumping with the hard things around you, making some small sounds.
I always felt bored when I was in my hometown because the house had almost nothing but a few pieces of basic furniture. Usually, only my grandfather would come in and sit or just take a nap on the sofa with a piece of wood and clothes on the sofa, guarding the house.
I originally hated the afternoon because I couldn't stand it and fell asleep in the afternoon. When I woke up, it was dark and the room was pitch black and silent. Because of fear, I always try to keep the sun and the memories of the day, but I always fall into the night in panic and nervousness. Sometimes when I wake up late, I can't see the surrounding environment clearly when I open my eyes and blur the time, the fear that my heart beats like thunder will still be unforgettable to me.
But earlier, before I went to school, the whole family lived neatly in the bungalow in my hometown. On summer afternoons, I sometimes went to the walls on the mountain to scrape colorful soil, and then got dirty. I went to the well to drill a bucket of water. I sat in the bucket, soaked the cold well water, and basin the warm and golden sunshine. A child was chattering about some trivial matters.
In the evening, you may turn on the old radio and listen to the rustling news or music mixed with rustling sounds. I don’t know if the signal is not good in my hometown or the radio is too old. There are some old discs left next to it, and the one I listened most is the song of Richie Jen , especially his song " Sad Pacific ", which allows me to directly wear it back to the era when my parents were newly married.
When I was young, I watched many Hong Kong movies with adult tastes. The slightly dark yellow tones, slightly lower pixels, beautiful young girls, rough and straight Cantonese... and those old photos of my parents, jeans, bell-bottom pants, jackets, big waves and red lips... are all typical flavors of that era.
Childhood always makes people constantly recall it imperfectly. Although it may not be a good memory in your previous life, it can still make you miss it, like a first love.
Perhaps because we are reviewing past memories while walking. Because childhood was the earliest, we were recalled the most, so we are most familiar with it. People always tend to choose things that they are more familiar with, whether it is the environment or emotions, because we always instinctively look for a sense of security.
When I grew up, my reason allowed me to take on more responsibilities. I had countless opportunities to get close to my childhood and seize the lively warmth, but I still chose to move forward desperately, going further and further, losing more and more, and life became more and more bitter.
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