Time is like sea water, slowly and slowly, without the past years.
The old man covered the house layer by layer to the sky, burying the memories under his feet little by little.
The pipe, like a wedge, directed him back to the submerged past for a look.
When the old man dived to the next floor and picked up his pipe, fragments emerged sporadically.
Just like triggering a certain organ, the levels of memory are opened layer by layer.
Every time he dived a little, more familiar memories greeted him like fish, waving their tails and frolic beside him.
Flashbacks are generally, family photos of children and grandsons, daughters bring their sweethearts to meet him and his wife, the cute appearance of the child when he was born, the wedding photos of him and his wife smiling happily, the sweetness of the two when they were in love, the good times of childhood sweethearts ....
Through the thick frosted glass of time, watching them reappear in front of us,
even if it is joy and warmth, there are lingering vicissitudes and loneliness.
However, once the memory is awakened and opened, it is impossible to stop.
When we dive to the bottom and look back,
it turns out that our inner house
is buried little by little with memories, disappearing one by one with the people we love deeply in our life, and it is also getting higher and higher
like building blocks .
Getting smaller and smaller, and
finally we were left alone to live in it.
The soundtrack, which is as slow as time and water, and the dim tone,
smudge the old man's life-long memory journey.
Grind in the heart like warm jade.
It was cool, and gradually, it became warm again. It is actually a brave thing to
touch memory through deep time . It will act like a mirror, constantly reminding you of the fact that you are alone right now. But the old man returned to the sea level calmly,
I poured two glasses of red wine, and toast with my celestial wife.
Continue to live on top of this wonderful memory.
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