have a style that I like very much,
"Natsume's Book of Friends", "Insect Master", including this "Reminiscence Building Block House" . I
watch very few films, because I paranoid that watching garbage films will eat my heart
because I have never experienced the gold rush . The sparkling happiness
has nothing to do with the beginning of the story. The
old warm yellow photo frames hang all over the walls. The old man smokes alone, spitting out lonely and mottled memories. The other end of the line, not the fish, is the old days. All movements are slow and peaceful, with the weight of the years. Watching the sun rise and set, fish and swallows fly. This is our past, present and future.
A person's gaze, a person's dinner, followed by a long night of a lonely lamp. The first action after turning on the light is to take a pipe. The room was flooded with water over his ankles, but the old man looked accustomed to it, focusing on old photos. The colors that the head can't hold, let these films carry them.
The old man still builds a wall and builds a nest as usual. Compared with the apex of the room that was almost obliterated on the side, the old man seemed to be a little more noisy here, but it was very quiet. Where the picture unfolds, we are not like that. In the picture of going down in depth, the upward is time, and the downward is the memory building block house that builds deeper and deeper. All photos are loaded back. The pipe is out!
Arranging alone, watching the wall of photo frames contentedly, and playing with hands, but without the company of this old friend, the moment I put on a diving suit and picked up a pipe, the door to memory opened.
The cold water brings the warmest and most real past events:
I am old, you pick up the pipe for me, I will accompany you before the collapse, the black and white version of the fairy match; the next layer is the warm harmony of the three worlds together; When the time comes, the joy of children is joyful; the morning of a family of three is usually more gratifying; it is even more gratifying for you to start staggering in the corner of the noisy city; the bottom of this layer of building blocks is just the simplest nest of love; At the beginning of my heart; that sentence "I love you", even if it is silent, it wins but has a sound. . . . .
Another night, instead of drinking alone, under the warm yellow light, he toasted with the person in his memory. All over the picture, there is a lot of cheerful music. The old man's life continued, peaceful and stable.
Memories, building blocks, and houses are different from the atmosphere created by Xiaoqiao Liushui. The neutral words are matched with a touch of sadness.
A life in which time is gradually annihilating is like a house slowly submerged by the sea. In the squares of each layer, there are piles of memories, which are superimposed one after another. Until that day, with a pipe or other small things as a fuse, the memory was scattered like a smallpox.
Memories that are detached and attached to old objects, and the heart is intermittently warm. Since they are alive, even if they drink alone, they will affect the three of them and make a crisp sound.
It's so out of date!
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