Old things ~ old feelings

For a while, advocating minimalism, desperately collecting family goods, the more lost the more cheerful, old clothes and old books, all that have not been used for a long time have not been seen are thrown away, it is a hearty, looking at the empty bookshelf bookcase wardrobe, feeling less tied, less attachment, less restraint.

One day, I inadvertently turned over a notebook in the corner of the bookcase, which childishly wrote about the mood of youth and the exuberant testimonials. At that moment, I wanted to go through some of the books I had browsed when I was a teenager, and there must have been some special records of that time. But the bookcase was filled with a few new or old books that I felt valuable to myself, and those who had thought they were dispensable were minimalized by the passionate me for a while.

Pounding my chest and regretting it, why did I dispose of those things that could be used as memories? For example, one day I flipped into a photo and saw that I was wearing a beautiful dress, and I have also had such a dress? I couldn't find it when I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, so I thought that I was minimalist by myself, and so on.

Old things are old feelings, and when you think of them in a moment, you are full of emotions. As long as you have it, you have feelings; if you don't have it, you won't miss it. Now it is not easy to throw away the same objects that can be used as future memories, such as a child's first-grade picture and speech text, although he is now a ninth grade child, occasionally take out the previous book, recall the naivety of the time, and look back on how wonderful it was to grow.

No matter how time is thrown, how time rushes through the gaps, at a certain time and place, it can always arouse the attachment to the past, hide the old things that are deeply loved, let it always accompany you, walk through the long river of years, and will not forget the appearance of the past.