I won’t forget what happened, I just can’t remember it.

I stayed at home this weekend and tidied up my small rental house from the inside out. During this period, I saw a large cardboard box in the storage room. After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that it was brought when I changed my house last year.

Because the previous room was my first "home" after coming to Beijing, most of the boxes contained my first memories after arriving in this city.

When I moved, I neatly packed these memories in boxes, hoping that they would stay with me for a longer time.

But now, it has been placed in the basement with a thick layer of dust. If it were not for my whim, it would probably never be remembered.

But even so, when I see those small objects, I can still tell the reason why they came to me at that time.

It is said in "Spirited Away": "Things that have happened in the past will not be forgotten, they just can't be remembered."

So I always believe that those things that have been washed away by the long river of time will never be forgotten. The good memories that have been lost will always come back to us in some form one day in the future -

@ Meet 2006:

An item is so old that it can no longer be used , most of them are discarded and replaced. No matter how expensive it was at the time and loved by users, it could not escape this result.

But I believe that a person who is nostalgic for the past often pays more attention to friendship than a person who pursues the new. At least this is what I think.

I bought this TV with my salary in the first few months after I started working. I only remember that I set a small goal for myself with this TV at that time. To achieve this goal, I can go several months without buying clothes or cosmetics.

I still remember my joy when I bought it, and the heartwarming scene of the family gathering together to watch TV series after dinner is still fresh in my mind. The TV accompanied me through my youthful rebellious period, lovelorn period, work frustration period, and the summer of 2012——

A black girl named Jike Junyi appeared on the screen. Her voice singing "Don't Be Afraid" conquered our whole family at that time, so much so that we are still her loyal fans now.

With the development of technology and the polishing of time, this old-fashioned TV has long been eliminated, but I have never been willing to discard it. Let it be placed in the corner of the house, with a poster of my black goddess Jike Junyi.

When I am overwhelmed by life, when I have lost my struggle for ideals, and when I am full of doubts about the future, I look at her and her, which always keeps me true to my original intention and moves forward unyieldingly.

@, you are so funny

I am a nostalgic person. Many things seem to be very old, but I am reluctant to throw them away.

Let’s not talk about the nostalgia of furniture, but let’s talk about the toy of childhood – marbles. Although I am now around the age of 2, I still retain the marbles I used to play with when I was a child.

I miss the innocent, carefree and fun-filled childhood with my friends when I was a child...

@好六的二人

In the yard of my hometown There is a rocking chair, which according to grandma was left over from the previous generation. Calculating time, this should be considered half a cultural relic. My mother passed away in an accident when I was two years old, and my father was a navy man who drifted at sea all year round, so I spent my entire childhood in the countryside with my grandparents.

When school was over in the summer, my classmates and I played basketball on the playground, and we agreed that whoever won would take home the only basketball we had. I won very little as a small person. So sometimes the moment the ball is passed to me, I pick it up and run home as fast as I can.

At that time, my grandfather would lie on the rocking chair and wait for me to get out of school every day. When he heard a child yelling and running, he knew that I must have "stealed the ball" again. At this time, he would quickly close the door after I entered, and then stand at the door to protect me. After the others left, he returned to the rocking chair, swinging the cattail leaf fan in his right hand, and holding an enamel teapot in his left hand and said to me:

‘Come, let me shoot a basket for your grandpa! ’

After finishing elementary school, my father returned to land from the sea and was assigned a house in the city. He wanted to bring the whole family to him, but grandpa pointed to the rocking chair and said: 'I have been lying here all my life, and I have been unable to leave for a long time.

’

After the college entrance examination, my father said that my grandfather passed away due to a sudden heart attack a month ago, and he didn’t dare to tell me because he was afraid of delaying my college entrance examination. A month later, I returned to the small yard of my childhood again - the rocking chair was still placed under the persimmon tree, the cattail leaf fan was still placed on it, and the tea stains in the enamel tea jar had not been cleaned yet...

Nothing has changed here, except that grandpa is no longer here.

Thinking of the medical school acceptance letter that was just sent home yesterday, I suddenly felt a little sad——

When I was young, my dream was to be Superman and save the world, but now I But he just wants to save grandpa.

People often say that life is short and time is precious, so don’t waste a single minute. So I saw in too many people the panic of seizing the day.

Maybe it’s because leaving is so popular in this era, so we never learn to stay, so we can only bid farewell desperately.

Some people say that the journey of life is always about sacrifice. You must abandon the past so that you can live better towards the sun in the future. But if you really just keep "cutting off, letting go, and leaving" the past without stopping, then you will really have nothing left along the way.

Therefore, you never have to deliberately discard memories and old objects from the past. Because time is a journey with no return, both good and bad are scenery. The road ahead is so long, you can’t always be a bird without feet.

Memories are like home, they always give you a break.

Keep the items you are reluctant to throw away, and remember the memories you are unwilling to abandon. Although the days can only go and never come back, you can still take some souvenirs with you on the road.

In this way, I can secretly take it out and read it when I miss it occasionally. After crying and thinking about it, put them away and move on. At least they can tell you that you are not alone on this journey.