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Life in the world, like a white horse passing through the gap, suddenly.
Time flies, Shaoguang is fleeting, people reach the twilight of life, looking back on the past, the days are full of colorful light and shadow, in the barrier of memory, the previous heart-pounding voice, with the passage of time gradually faded.
Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much, I live for tomorrow, everything will come to pass. As time goes on, our pace becomes heavier and slower, and we are powerless to get anything back, and in the end, only memories remain in our hearts.
However, these old things are the "shuttles" that take us back to our youth, and it seems that by them, we can travel to the years of high-spirited rush.
The object in the picture is like a mallet, copper, I don't know what it does.
Fist-sized objects, although the workmanship is rough, but not lose the sense of beauty, some people say that this thing is used to put precious medicines, friends, what do you say?
The ruler, bamboo, is supposed to measure small items, right?
The scenery of one station has one stop, the experience of one year old and one year old, the story of a group of people, and the memories of a generation in the story.
Objects sewn from cloth, filled with white powder, were used to mark sewn garments, and served as much as a paintbrush today.
This piece of old things is like a yellowed book, which is a story when it is opened and a memory when it is closed. Even if you open it and read it again and again, even if you turn the book without its original appearance, you still regard it as a treasure.
The object in the picture, the author saw it for the first time, I don't know what it is, and I don't know what it is used for.
Some people say that this is an unearthed thing, which is worth a lot of money, and it is estimated that it can be exchanged for a villa, friends, what do you say?
Ink block, used to grind ink.
In the past, ink blocks were made by hand, and seemingly small objects had to go through dozens of processes to complete for the literati and ink writers.
As the saying goes, the sky does not give birth to useless people, the earth does not grow nameless grass, people do not make useless things, the cold and snow pressure plum head is not low, lying on the salary to taste the courage to wait for the good period, ordinary us, as long as we find the right way, keep working hard, one day with the wind, soaring up to 90,000 miles.
Something used by craftsmen in the past.
People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and you can't see home at the end of the world.
After decades, the small mountain village that once gave birth to us has long been a matter of people. These old objects full of old trades, is more and more rare, in a foreign land, at a certain time and a place to see the use of the ancestors, homesickness will arise spontaneously, looking at them, like seeing the grandparents, father and mother of the figure, will sour nose, will red eyes.