Library

Recording is a beautiful thing, it can make people feel that it exists and has existed. Whenever I look through the written words and past photos, a familiar emotion will always grow in my heart, reverie and nostalgia. In the afternoon, I picked up the photo of my primary school graduation and watched carefully. Among the crowd, I worked hard. After identifying my location, after a while, I found the dark and thin version of myself in the far right corner. He was wearing a blue sailor suit with short sleeves, his brows were furrowed, as if he couldn't open his eyes due to the sun, but he still tried his best to maintain the enthusiasm for taking pictures. I carefully looked at myself in the photo. Could he be me? What was he thinking about at that time? What did he do after taking the photos? Whether he went to catch bees in the flowers or went to enjoy the shade under the trees. Everything was unknown. I picked up the photos of junior high school and high school again, and I felt the same way. People are tied to time, and they only remember important things now and now. The ever-changing experience is an illusion. I feel a sense of longing for the past and the future. The summer of that season was always so short, and the winter of that year was as long as a dilemma. In the house in my hometown, I was deeply immersed in the memory and couldn't extricate myself. Things that happened and things that didn't happen are real. I tried hard to record what happened vaguely. They have an importance to me that cannot be expressed in words.