In the quiet time after retirement, looking at the black and white photos left by my childhood, the carefree smiling face seems to tell the story of a long time. I've always thought that "having no fixed place to live is like duckweed, and it's hard to find a way back." "Time flies, and the exciting decisions of the past seem so naïve and ridiculous today. Memories that are already scarce as gold, why did I easily make the choice to abandon my old house at the moment when I should cherish it the most? Aren't the familiar courtyards and the lively ridges the storybook of our lives? The plot has come to the present, is all we can do is memories?
The city was once a bright sea of stars admired by thousands of people, and I was also one of the stars holding the moon. From muddy field paths to straight and wide avenues, from the smoke of cooking in the homeland to the skyline, every step is full of challenges and difficulties. And the most memorable thing is the old house that raised me as an adult - my hometown, my roots.
The old house of the hometown, with the fragrance of the earth, the traces of time. The beams of the wooden house are carved with the mottled colors of the wind and rain, and the branches of the pear trees outside the window are full of memories of growing up with me. Every brick and tile reveals the warmth and nostalgia of home.
I remember that I was trying to gain a foothold in the city that year, and although the house I was allocated to the unit was small, it was the fruit of my hard work. At this time, the mother of the hometown is still watching the cycle of the seasons in the old house. But as time passed, I filled my longing for my hometown with a new life with a clear conscience. What seems to be left behind in that land is only memories and the past.
It wasn't until a sudden proposal that I resolutely cut off my relationship with the old house and put it in the hands of my cousin. Perhaps at that time, I only had the future in my eyes, keeping pace with the rapid development of urban life, and ignoring the weight of the past.
2,000 yuan was not a decimal amount for me at that time, but it couldn't be exchanged for the reversal of time and the quiet of the past. After the transaction, I thought that I would live the life in front of me more calmly, but I didn't expect that the years were not the monologue of the old man, but a mirror to see the truest desire in my heart.
The years are unforgiving, and I have also stepped into the twilight years from my youth. In a corner of the city, I have my own world, but I gradually lose my sense of belonging. Especially when I saw that everything around the old house in my hometown had become new, and I could no longer step into the courtyard that was once full of laughter and laughter, my heart was full of indescribable regret and sorrow.
Money can't buy the opportunity to turn back time, and it can't change the original appearance in memory. When I saw my childhood friends return to their hometowns and transform those old houses into magnificent country houses, I realized that the alienation and loss were even stronger than I imagined.
Today, I stand at the fork in the road of years with a little depression, looking back at the past, the choices I once made cannot be traced. Perhaps this is the cruel truth that every mortal who makes a mistake has to face in life. But when all this precipitates into a lesson, I would like to take this opportunity to shout out to those who were like me who were easy to let go of the past in their youth.
Cherish that hard-won root and soil, even if you have leapt over the mountains and seas and won the world. Don't easily cut off the blood with your homeland, because your roots have long been deep in the depths of that hot land. Let us feel the beauty of every moment of life with our hearts, live up to every step of courage, and never forget the place that once gave us the first sound of life. After all, the fruit of the tree of life never passes away in its shadow. Remember, there are some precious things that, once lost, are goodbye.