The background music at the beginning is really calm, even a little sad.
The sky is full of sea water, surrounding a hut towering above the water.
There are many yellowed photos hanging on the wall, looking down one by one, they are all the photo memories of the protagonist.
In life, he is the only one, old and lonely and haggard.
When I looked at it, I always felt that the sea water actually symbolized a kind of icy cold loneliness. It poured into life bit by bit until it was completely submerged, submerged, and left without a trace.
In that room, there were other rooms, but they were miserably stranded with their roofs, and they were extremely depressed.
To escape this shameful loneliness, we build our hearts, brick by brick, to build a jagged world. Like him. But we are bound to lose something.
In the gears of life, we put our memories in, and it's ground to the bone.
So while building the house, his beloved pipe accidentally fell into the water.
The pipe sank erratically, becoming smaller and smaller in his sight, and finally seemed to disappear like a bubble. It is really unbearable to be deprived of a habit. He decides to search for his pipe, but opens the heart of memory.
With each floor down, his memories came closer to the past.
Taking care of a sick wife in bed, taking pictures of children and grandchildren, finding a home for her beloved daughter, living with her wife in a dull life, and accompanying her mother when building blocks when she was a child.
He reminisced a little bit. When he finally reached the first floor, he walked out of the house and looked up. It turned out that the house built by those memories turned out to be so high, but the reality of the emptiness was soaked in the sea water, and it was endlessly addicted.
Once a person is old, all he can think about is his memory.
Suddenly I felt how much he looked like my grandfather.
I like to drink tea with myself with the black pipe given by my friends, without even talking.
He never opens his mouth to talk about his thoughts, but we all know that his world is full of lonely seas, cold and bone-chilling. Every day after 5:00 in the morning, he likes to go for a walk on the beach outside his house with a cane. When he is tired, he sits on the stone bench, especially in winter, he also likes to wear an old-fashioned brown hat and watch the sunrise there.
until he got old. When the mind began to be chaotic, like a child, he finally found an outlet to vent. Once, I had a tantrum with my grandmother because I wanted to eat a bowl of sweet soup. He wiped his tears and said sadly that you ignored me and didn't pay attention to me, it was really uncomfortable. I suddenly felt that I was getting old, and when I looked around, I counted the friends who were once so good, and they all left me one after another. Those living houses full of memories that belonged to them were submerged in the sea. And the living people look back on the past and often become the most powerless regret.
He picked up the old cup that his parents drank when they were in love, and brought it back to his own world.
That night, he could finally eat and drink alone without having to eat and drink alone.
Because he poured a glass of red wine for his memory and clinked it carefully.
After reading it, an indescribable feeling has always enveloped my heart, not depression or sadness, but a little bit of fear.
I am afraid that when I am old, when I can recall, I will find that I can no longer find any clues to prove every existence in my life. Even if they are found, they have all disappeared and will never come back. Like the lonely old man, I would accidentally lose my pipe, but I would never get it back. What about clinking glasses with memories?
Suddenly I remember Liang Wendao's "Ego" wrote an article about the underwater city. He said: In addition to washing the past, water has another mysterious function, that is, burying.
We threw all our memories underwater, and it helped us bury them.
So when one day, we dive into the water and see that there are so many memories thrown in, all over the sky, what expression should we use to welcome that complete memory?
Smile. After clinking glasses with it, let's have a good rest.
----teamoyan.
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