After the new home was built and ready to move, the whole family was happy. But I have a headache. Can these old antiques in the old house be moved?
The first night, we started to pack up the bits and pieces at home. My brother and I are planning to move tomorrow. According to the two of us, we will not move the shabby and shabby grain storage tanks at home, especially the large and small ones. When we get there, we will buy a new type of granary where all the grain can be stored. It is beautiful and does not take up space. But my father firmly disagreed and had a dispute with us, and finally expressed his position, if you don't move the tank over for me, I won't go over.
Seeing that my father was very resolute, we didn’t dare to disobey, so we had no choice but to agree to our father that we would move them all to you without leaving any one behind. Only then did our father smile. Thinking about it now, after all, it is the property that my father has accumulated throughout his life. Although it is not valuable, for him, each one has a story and each one is a thought. In our eyes, they are antiques, but in his eyes, they are antiques. Everyone is a treasure. This is a feeling that we juniors will never understand.
On the day of moving, the whole family came together. The people in the old house are responsible for moving, and the people in the new house are responsible for arranging and decorating. My brother and I are the main force and responsible for transportation. My daughter, who was only 3 years old at the time, followed us in the car and ran back and forth. No new furniture was added to the new home. All the old furniture was moved there first. Although it did not match the new house, at that time every home was the same and it did not feel awkward or uncoordinated.
After a day of hard work, everything in the old house was finally moved. Before leaving, my father walked around the old house a few times, looking for anything he had left behind, but in fact he was a little reluctant to leave. After all, it was the old house that he built with his own hands, but now it is empty, lonely and has lost its popularity. I think my father's heart must also be empty, with an inexplicable sense of loss. Unlike us, we only have the joy of moving to a new home, but not the sadness of leaving the old house.
Later, in less than a year, all the walls of the old house collapsed, the roof leaked, and weeds as tall as a person grew in the yard, making it completely deserted. But the pomegranate trees and walnut trees in the yard are still lush and leafy, blooming with fiery red pomegranate flowers , and full of abundant fruits for passers-by to pick. Together, my mother and father moved a lot of bricks and blocked up the doors and windows. They always wanted to give the old house peace and prevent it from becoming a habitat for wild cats and dogs. Later, the old house was sold to others. The large yard and heavy old house collapsed amid the roar of the machines, ending its mission and leaving two generations of our family with eternal memories.
Now when I go back to the village and pass the site of the old house, I always stop and pay attention on the top of the slope, hoping that my vision can search and capture as much of my childhood memory as possible, even if it is a bird song, a walnut leaf, or a ditch The messy weeds, or trying hard to find the shadow of the hard work of parents through the vicissitudes of life. However, things are different now, people are different, the people are gone, and the old house has long been gone. I can only stand on the top of the slope and let the solidified thoughts slowly melt. It seems like half a century has passed. But it’s like yesterday. That kind of memory is both happy and bitter. It makes me always remind myself to remember the old house, remember the nostalgia, and remember my origins and roots.
