Every life has its trajectory, and there should be traces to follow - Day516

2020.4.6

Dear old kid:

I think half of a person’s life is lived in memories. I believe that every life has its trajectory and every recording method has its meaning.

I carefully collect every warm moment in my memories, never for display, but to take them out when needed later and use them to fight back every bad day.

In the early morning, I received a message from a friend. He said that he suddenly saw the news from two years ago and recalled many things based on this news. And I also had a wave of memories with the photos he sent me. It was the Qingming Festival holiday two years ago. At that time, I was training in Yuxi. When several friends came to Kunming, I invited them to go to Yuxi together and go back to school. One year after graduation, a group of people met by chance and had a small gathering. Although they went their separate ways in a hurry, looking back now, I still feel very warm. I said that space push is really a good thing, which allows people to regain the warmth...

Looking back, the warmth is still there. At that time, Juan and Shasha, who said they did not want to get married, were already married and became mothers. If there was no record at that time, looking back now would be blank, and it would be impossible to recreate the warmth of that time in such a specific way. So I am more unswervingly diligent in recording, even if one day I will forget it, my record contains the trajectory I have walked. They add to the depth of life and make me feel warm and fulfilled.

If you don’t believe me, dear old kid, space push can not only remind me of two years ago, but even six years ago can be very clear. A simple dynamic record at that time allows me to clearly reproduce the scene in front of my eyes today: the night before you leave home and go back to school, you who always go to bed early will go to bed late that day, always saying to sit with me again. Son, I have to be away from home for at least another month. What’s even more touching is that you always fill up the hot water bottle before going to bed, saying that you let me get up early the next morning and directly wash my face and make noodles... Now I can’t reach out to grasp the passing warmth, but when I think about it again My heart is still very warm.

I had to leave home at dawn. After dinner, I watched my mother and grandma get into the car and go to the city with my sister and the others. Grandma murmured several times: "Your sister has to go to work tomorrow morning, otherwise we will wait for you." Go out tomorrow morning, you will be alone." My mother also asked me to go to the city together and then start from the city, but I refused. I watched them get in the car and I waved to them, my dear old kids, I thought you were the ones waving behind me all these years. Every time I stay away from you, I am sent off, and I am asked to be the one who stays, the one waving from behind the car.

I am in disarray, and I think of writing this article one sentence at a time, just to record these moments. I am afraid that one day I will forget these warmth. I want to record yesterday today, record the past now, and remember the present in the future.

Every life has its trajectory, every trajectory is worth recording, every recording method has its meaning, and I just want my life to be traceable between the lines.