Text/Jiangbei Chenshi
The first time I experienced the process of "moving" was when I was ten years old.
Watch as parents and movers move pieces of furniture out of the house, load them into the car, and lock the door. I realized that the place where we had been living, full of childhood memories, had finally become a department of memories.
That's when I understood for the first time the heavy meaning of the word "goodbye."
Winter 2020
We always have to go through a lot of "goodbyes", some of which are two-way, some of which are just your wishful thinking.
The other person in the "farewell" may be a person, it may be an object, it may be a city, or it may be just some trivial emotion that is not worth mentioning.
Today, share a few stories about the "goodbye".
The bus with the lost sunset of the day.
From @Kara Cat
When I was in college, my mother went to Mianzhu Earthquake to help build, and I took a bus for 6 hours to see her.
When we were parting, it was dinner time, it was getting dark, we said goodbye at the entrance of the train station, and suddenly thought that she had to return to town after eight o'clock in the evening, and there was nothing to eat on the bus, so we quickly bought some food near the station and rushed to the bus station.
As soon as the bus was delivered, I looked at the departing bus, a person walking towards the train station in a loss, the pedestrians on the road hurriedly, and a huge sense of loneliness surrounded me.
Even after 10 years of that evening, it was still so clear, so I made up my mind to go back to my hometown, to the city where I could see my parents at any time.
Although it is a snowy city, it still warms me.
From @nuts
A friend once asked me if I liked the winter or summer in Harbin.
I flipped through the photo album and saw that I was smirking in the warm winter bedroom with long days and short nights and non-stop snow, and I answered rashly: Good winter.
Every year in late October, the temperature in Harbin will become lower and lower, and the day will be shorter than one day. This year's return to school caught up with the early winter, plus the bits and pieces of tasks are almost completed, if you get up early, most of the life gaps are filled with silence.
This winter snows late and the snow is abundant. The roadside is an angry "snow hanging", barren grass and snow, surrounded by vast expanse.
After bidding farewell to Harbin, the next time you see this overwhelming northern snow country, when will it be?
A desk full of my childhood and youth.
From @Stiles
Lately, I've been missing my desk as a child.
My desk is more than a meter long and about half a meter wide. Its appearance is very old-fashioned, four feet on the ground, clumsy and a little ugly. There are five drawers under the table, one large in the middle and two small on each side. The material of the table is not solid wood, the inside of the drawer is not even polished, and the net is wood chips residue. The color of the desk was whitish, and it looked a bit old.
It collects the most intimate memories of mine. The left-hand drawer contains books and the like, and the right-hand side is a variety of gadgets, a habit I have always retained to this day. The drawer in the middle has always been used to store my cherished items, such as diaries, photo albums, and stationery that I like but don't want to use. When I was in elementary school, I especially liked to write stories, and I bought a lot of books, and the stories that were written on the desk were treasured by me in the desk drawer.
That day I suddenly asked my mother where my original desk had been thrown away by her, and she said that she had been dragged away by the garbage pickers.
Fall in love and then separate gracefully.
From @Loose Pajamas and how about the broadcast
And first love. One evening many years ago, it was drizzling and we didn't have an umbrella.
It seemed to be the peace after a big fight, and we walked shoulder to shoulder instead of holding hands, but talking frankly like friends. Walked a long way, around most of the Yangpu.
Finally, he returned to the road he had come from, and took her downstairs to her house, and the rain stopped. She waved her hand high above my head and waved goodbye to me, watching her jump up the stairs and light up the voice-activated lights on each floor until the lights on the top floor were extinguished again, and I was relieved to leave.
This image that healed me throughout my teenage years has been cherished to this day. Goodbyes have to be very hard, and it will be easy when we reunite.
Every moment in this world, there are still countless "farewells".
Capturing these stories, I just want to say:
When experiencing a "goodbye", no matter how helpless you feel, you must firmly believe that there will always be some better changes in your life because of this "goodbye".
So, consider "goodbye" as a solemn ceremony, and try to be stronger the next time you say goodbye.
As I always look forward to: after a solemn farewell to yesterday, we can easily embrace the future.