The so-called "nostalgia" is often used for something that has disappeared, or a scene that cannot be returned. My hometown can still go back, the courtyard of the rural area of my hometown, the house that was demolished and rebuilt in situ, and the environment in front of the house and behind the house are still there. If I had to say nostalgia for anything, I think of two scenes:
1, when I was a child, there was a pond of about 500 square meters next to my yard, the pool water was clear, fish and shrimp were flocked, you could swim in summer, you could skate in winter, you could fish at any time, and you could play "water drifting" at any time on the clear water reflecting the eaves and trees... But later, due to the lack of maintenance, the pond slowly ran out of living water, and then gradually dried up little by little. Today, the pond that once carried the aura of the village has become a wasteland full of wild grass.
2, there is a bamboo forest 100 meters next to the pond, and there is a towering tree growing in the bamboo forest, which is a osmanthus tree, with lush branches, how big is it? Standing under the tree, it takes two or three people to hug together, and it is said that the tree is no less than a hundred years old. Every autumn, when the osmanthus blossoms are in full bloom, the cinnamon fragrance is pervasive in a radius of ten miles, and people from all four miles and eight townships come to take osmanthus flowers. When they were young, children also liked to play under such a osmanthus tree, which carried many good memories of children who grew up in this village.
Due to its age, the ownership of this tree is not clear, but because it grows in the bamboo forest, it is naturally considered to belong to the owner of the bamboo forest. If it is put up to now, it is entirely possible to apply to the relevant departments for listing protection. Only at the time, I didn't realize it and didn't have time to think about this layer.
Later, one year during the Spring Festival, I came home from abroad and suddenly found that the century-old osmanthus tree had been cut down, and the original dense shade disappeared in an instant, leaving only an open open space in the middle of the bamboo forest, leaving a huge stump submerged by mud and leaves in the middle of the open space...
Some nostalgia is because of regret.
Some regrets are because of desolation.
And some things are irretrievable. For example, the osmanthus tree that was cut down, or the childhood that faded away and could never go back...
