old
What a beautiful word.
old
It's kindness, it's comfort, it's nostalgia, it's wantonness.
It takes the years gone by,
Flowers bloom in your life, very poetic.
"I'm going to buy an old bike, ride it to the thrift market, pick up a few old books and come back."
The rattan chair is also some years old, with many cracked legs and traces of repair everywhere.
The worn rattan is more smooth and flexible, you can lie down, sit, lean, whatever posture you want, all the same iron.
This bamboo chair that sits up and makes a "babbling" accompanies us from the general horn to the white head, even if the bamboo body has long been mottled and worn, and the backrest has been ground from green to dark red.
But it will always be there, in the summer evening, in the corner of the lane, and it will always become a part of people's lives.
Every time I go back to my hometown, I miss the old and decaying smell of the old house. The red brick floor is covered with dark green moss, and the grape trellis overhead shades the sky.
On weekdays, I like to wear old house clothes, curl up on old rattan chairs, and flip through an old book.
The old clothes, long ago unable to see the original color, play a disorderly fold, can be worn on the body, soft, warm, intimate, like an old friend who has been with him for many years. I knew each of its meridians, as well as the blob of ink that I accidentally stuck in front of my placket when I was playing with him that year.
Old is not old, tattered, nor decaying; Old is a mark of time, a memory, a story.
With the development of science and technology, the things we use in our lives are always being replaced, incandescent lamps replace kerosene lamps, washing machines replace washboards, calculators replace abacus...
Some people say that life has become more convenient, but only less sentiment.
The stone roads and courtyards I walked when I was a child have been replaced by asphalt roads and high-rise buildings, where do we go to remember our lost childhood?
These small historical objects, using photography, present those objects that were once familiar but have long been far away from our lives in front of people, just like opening a door to the past, evoking the memories of countless people, and making these old objects in the dusty history shine with a new fashion atmosphere.
In the long river of history, it is these old objects that connect and record our past, and these old objects inadvertently touch our nerves and open the door of our memory.
Every time I see these old objects with temperature, a unique memory will flood my heart, allowing people to hear the sound of the years.
Behind every item, there is a deep affection in the process of growth, with the temperature of memory, with traces of growth.
The beauty of old things requires the precipitation of time and the experience of the heart.
The old can be repeated, savored, carried on and forward, and of course, it is also an attitude to life.
In the past, time was slow and only one person could be loved in a lifetime. Nowadays, time is fast, and we need to slow down and slowly appreciate everything around us, including these inconspicuous old things, these old things that inadvertently exude a touch of beauty.
It is sluggish luxury, frozen tears, wordless shaking. They use a quiet posture to tell the sorrows and joys of the past.
People love nostalgia. In fact, old things are also good for old things, just like aging wine, the longer it gets, the more flavorful.
Old objects are useless, but they are containers of our lives. Put the ordinary time in it and let the memories settle in place. When we throw them away one by one, we're throwing ourselves away.
Old things are like long things, even if they are abandoned by time, but the spirit of the times infused into them is indelible.
Sometimes, it may be necessary to brush off the dust to see the past clearly, to realize that what attracts people is never just old objects, as a memory carrier, they retain countless beauty.
In fact, the highest state of happiness is just to accompany an old person, guard a room of old things, and leisurely count an old period of time. Such a peaceful and relaxing day is really desirable.