Text/(Singapore) Kangqiao
People in the guest house will shed tears when they encounter the word "home", and indeed a little fear of nostalgia is a kind of thing that cannot be wrapped up and hidden, just like love and cough are exactly the same.
Nostalgia is a kissing and sensitive tongue, it has the special function of distinguishing taste, it will be distinguished by the atmosphere, looking for the wandering mood of the easy to knot line, as long as you accidentally wander in an autumn rain or covered all the way to the Qinghui nostalgia is a kind of torture that cannot be found in the sea of words, it will burn you, it will also whip you, rub you; she will wake you up and will intoxicated you, so that you can't help but escape.
The moon rises and the breeze blows slightly, always stirring the sad chest of the wanderer. Looking at the moon and gushing into the heart of the melancholy into poetry from ancient times to the present sweat cattle full of cattle. So Xu Zhimo would say, "Moonlight! You're a disappointed suckling! ”
Nostalgia is a simple fascination, just to be able to sleep in a dream and return to the warm bed of homesickness is the soul of the wanderer, just like the butterfly's obsession with flowers. She scents you, sucks your honey juice, and sprinkles your pollen in the sky of your dreams, making you haggard and making you ragged.
Nostalgia is another dose of drugs, entangled for a long time, habitual, you don't want to leave, you can't quit and can't escape.
Xu Daran once said: "Chinese has been clamoring to go home since ancient times, and where there is homesickness, there are Chinese." "It's true. But sensitive foreigners are so cowardly, they dare not push the window when it rains, they dare not go out of the house when the moon is full, and they do not dare to turn it in the deepest part of the drawer after reading the letter! All the slightest déjà vu makes me sad, but how can I be relieved? Yu Guangzhong said that pouring half a cup of brandy would be like a boat and untie the cable of homesickness. And I didn't want to get drunk on him once, but I don't know what kind of brandy. And after the wine wakes up, there are still a bunch of empty bottles waiting to be cleaned up and the empty mood waiting to be cleaned up! For this reason, I could not examine Yu Lao's wine kung fu, so I had to still open the window when I shouldn't open the window, go out when I shouldn't go out of the house, and go through ten times when I shouldn't revisit the family letter, shed tears full of crystal clear tears on the paper and write an article called "Nostalgia".