crossing the memory

Danny 2022-04-16 09:01:09

Pulling open the layers of clapboards, immersing yourself in Haize's past residence, and crossing the frame of the small square entrance, is to revisit the forgotten miniatures of life.
At first, it was just to find the lost but irreplaceable pipe, and in the process of inadvertently looking for it, I recalled the old people who were no longer there but could no longer be replaced.

When you open a window, you open a door to another world.
When you open a door, you light up the window of another memory.

Life is like a house built with building blocks. Today there will always be a small piece more than yesterday, but this small piece is also the most easily overlooked, until one day many, many years later, it will be replaced by another piece that will eventually become The "building blocks" of memories are linked together.

One day when you think about the past, you will feel regretful, why didn't you grab someone's hand that day, why don't you dare to stand up on tiptoe to kiss a little more bravely, why didn't you wait another quarter of an hour, why didn't you hold someone's hand? The matter persists to the end, and why is it how it is and how it is.

But by then it doesn't matter anymore, the past is the past after all. It is like a cracked vase, no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a superficial scenery. Besides, how long the wind and frost on this surface of peace have been going through, and how long it has been wasted, maybe on one day, it will spit on the ground without knowing it, like the wind and leaves in autumn, or the petals all over the ground in late summer.
Shh... it doesn't matter anymore , the

important thing is that you still remember happiness, which means that you used to love, or even still love it now, just less impulses and resentments, more peaceful sincere sighs, and love for these years. A long summary of those things. All you remember is beauty, the mood you indulge in and enjoy, not necessarily someone.

It is not that there is no regret

. Regret is always a kind of beauty. Regret is that we can only live one life. Regret is that we cannot restart, and regret is that we cannot turn back.

The most beautiful thing is always to be happy. Remember to be happy, it's worth it.

※The interlude is very beautiful, the beginning and end of the film are very similar to Lei Guangxia's glowing house.

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