Farewell to the former residence ‖ Liu Yong

Say goodbye to your former home

Liu Yong

I was about to move, and suddenly I was about to leave the old house where I had lived for more than twenty years, and I was a little reluctant to give up. Just like a good friend who is about to say goodbye to many years of getting along day and night, a faint wave of affection and sorrow arises in my heart.

Chinese seems to be born with the plot of the old garden, and it is always interesting to talk about his former residence. Traveling to a certain place is even more proud to visit the former home of a celebrity. The former residences of Lu Xun, Guo Moruo, Li Jieren, and so on, the former residences of cultural celebrities, especially make "old Wenqing" like me worship and fascinate, as if there are literary legends hidden everywhere. I am not a cultural celebrity, but I also retain beautiful and precious memories of my old house, and I have endless stories.

My former residence is 150 square meters, which is a large house with three bedrooms and two halls. More than twenty years ago, just in time for the reform of the national housing system, this house was a welfare home sold to me by the unit. At that time, the house was brand new, and I was newly married, and my wife had just conceived a child. I remember getting the keys to my new house, my wife and I were overjoyed, not to mention how happy we were. The house is a clear water house, we are all participating in the working hours are not long, the economy is relatively poor, can only be simple decoration. Diligence and thrift are the mainstay, and if you can save, save it. I was very budget-conscious, busy shopping for supplies, and even working with decorators and helping to carry building materials. After some hard work and simple decoration, we finally have our own snail house, a warm home.

With the birth of her daughter, the family has added a sweet breath of life. Day by day, her daughter grew up, and all day long, she was bouncing around in the spacious home, playing and playing, and toys were piled up everywhere. Today, walking into the old house, I still seem to be able to hear the laughter of her childhood. Around the corner of the room, on the snow-white walls, I suddenly found the scratches I had drawn with a pencil. It is marked seven, eight, nine, eleven, thirteen, sixteen, eighteen, and those scratches mark the change in the height of the daughter. I looked closely and caressed the wall. Look, a little girl who learns to speak has become a big girl in an instant. And I already had two sideburns and full of hair.

There are also some small awards on the wall, all of which are the honors that the daughter has received in school from childhood to adulthood, good children, discipline pacesetters, and three good students. Oh, she actually earned more awards than I earned. Today, the daughter has grown up. Of course, she is not a celebrity, otherwise many of her fans would definitely be interested in these awards and come to visit and watch and take pictures. It is a pity that time has passed, labor and swallows have flown, and our old house is about to be handed over to others.

I bought a new home, and this old house naturally became a second-hand house. After the listing and trading, there is an endless stream of inquiries about the price and the house viewing. Although the real estate market is hot at present, the real buyers have not appeared for a long time. It seems that what kind of house to live in and what kind of owner the house has is also to talk about fate. Eventually, a young couple inquired through friends and approached me, hoping to buy the house. They said that they had established a family not long ago, and there were old and young, and the financial pressure was very high. Seeing their enthusiasm for schooling for their children, supporting their parents, and rushing around looking for second-hand housing, I immediately remembered my young self. Although the price they offered was low, I readily agreed.

I was about to bid farewell to my former residence, and I happened to think of the small poem "See the Bauhinia Flower" written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wei Yingwu: "Miscellaneous Ying has accumulated, and it contains fang and lonely spring." It is also like the old garden tree, and the people of the old garden are recalled. "If this is especially true of trees, how can a man be ashamed?" We miss the old houses we lived in, and we miss the happy times that our relatives used to spend together under the same roof.

Goodbye, my house. Before leaving, I took out all my belongings and cleaned the old house clean. I said to the new owners of the house that I wish their family a happy life here. At the same time, I silently wish that my house can be more carefully cared for by the new owner. After all, for our ordinary ordinary people, the house is our heaven and the harbor for our life. Thinking like this, it is not too much to say that people's love for their homeland and their former home is no matter how sentimental.