Original prose: A few frames flashed in the evening wind

Author:Fragrant book Time:2022.08.25

A few frames flashed in the evening wind.

Text/Fragrant Book Roll

The thick stack of old records in the drawer has covered a layer of invisible dust, and the fingers that have touched the fingers have a astringent feeling, which is the dust that has not been moved for a long time. Each record is square, sealed with plastic bags outside, and transparent bags are the kind of sealing mouth.

Turn them one by one, and the long -distance melody rises in my mind and hovers and then the tone is stunned. At this time, the night is strong. The night wind passes through the floor -to -ceiling window to paint the night of the city into a glazed light and shadow.

I wandered in the old melody, and the indispensable heart was always moved by some daily things. A old man, a window of fireworks, a period of time, an old street, and some old records in front of me.

The familiar old songs are neatly arranged on the cover of the old record. In front of the number from one to 13, two rows. "In the storm of acacia, clear my heart, the beads of the East, the endless ending, will you still love me tomorrow ..." "The four seasons songs, the female song female, night Shanghai ..."

Stop writing, look up, stare outside the window. The night of the city is beautiful, and the evening wind after the summer has a gentle and cool feeling. It was the years that we couldn't go back again. Those years, those people, those things.

On the day of the summer, I took a picture on the village road on the island. A electric tricycle, the type of a shed behind. A three -wheel wheel of the three -wheel car is sitting with an elderly country old man, and two teenage children. The children seemed to return to their hometowns during the summer vacation.

Why do you suddenly think of this scene because of the old -age grandmother wearing a colorful cheongsam, the very old cheongsam. This is inevitable that the crops on both sides of the countryside are splashed with a gorgeous color.

It is no matter how old the years are, but it is so affectionate that it will leave its traces through some old things. The grandmother wearing a cheongsam on the village road stunned my memory of the past time.

What should a grandma look like when you were young? Why did she live in the countryside all her life? Every old man is carrying a story on his back. Those time before, you can't get out of the emotions of people.

Because these old records organized by the bookcase are facing the wind outside the window, the singing star has been young, and the brilliance and glory of the past have made life without regrets.

The alternation of the record and the cheongsam, dragging my thoughts into the film. The palace II wearing a cheongsam in "The Grand Master", the hostess full of stories in "Fantastic Year", and those things that must have time filters to see clearly.

Out of the way, it's cold, and there are more memories. The windows facing the computer table are constantly sending the cool breeze of autumn nights, and the busy people in the world have not stopped in time.

A young master was installed in a bookcase, about 30 years old. During the conversation with him, he learned that he was working hard for his little family. Installation is not a relaxed job. When asked why he chose this industry, the young man replied: "I not only install furniture, but also pick up the goods. As long as I live, I am willing to do it. I also make money. "

I saw our thirty -year -old, and then I was as energetic as he was, and I didn't feel tired anymore. Although the current state of mind is generous, the energy is not strong.

Relying on your hands at any time, you can lay a solid foundation for years. Hard work has always been our traditional virtue. In the past, now, and the future, there will be no change in the slightest.

打开电脑的音乐，刚好传来一句歌词“晚风中闪过几帧从前啊，飞驰中旋转，已不见了吗？”时间中我们多少都会有所改变，从容颜到心性，从挚爱到热爱， From being loved to learning love.

The anxious summer was finally blown by the cool wind. I seemed to be a tailfish that had been sinking for a long time in the deep sea. On the night of the night, some bubbles related to the past.

What did we look like in the past? At that time, we believed that love would come at the moment when the meteor appeared, and we woven a beautiful ring to the person who woven the grass to the person who would sing poetry in the moonlight. No complaints.

The moonlight is empty and the night breeze is moving. How many can we use it to remember before? Grandma wearing cheongsam, young people who are working hard, my text, the scenery I have seen, the people who have loved, the road I have walked, and the letter I wrote.

Young summer will count the stars on the top of the building, listen to adults to tell stories. The small notes received when you were young can be piled into a novel. The struggle in the middle of the age is still shining. In the age of age, we step by step at different ages and accumulate a little bit.

In the past, we watched the Spring Festival Gala every year around the TV. In the past, we installed a stroke of a neat handwriting in the envelope. From the girl we loved, the girl was very gentle when the eyebrows had low eyebrows. song.

In the past, I couldn't go back, like a small boat full of dreams and emotions. The convenient lifestyle, sometimes I can't care about it slowly to taste the taste, and gradually erase my delicately in life.

Fortunately, I can still meet with the past. Fortunately, I will see a smile on the countryside wearing cheongsam on the rural road. Fortunately, I have worked hard at the age of the struggle. Will float again. The old record with a whole drawer has been retained, as if there is a warehouse in my mind that a warehouse is kept to store something that cannot be forgotten. Occasionally, it stretched out a touch under the starry sky at night and explored its depth.

I hope that we can talk about it in the past. On a night of night breeze, we have no regrets that we have loved, worked hard, and have been far away, and we have not forgotten the cooking smoke floating on the roof of my hometown. There can be a person who is hidden in the bottom of his heart to stir up his depletion, and he can also have the impulse to write and listen to the patience of listening to the old record.

"A few frames flashed in the evening wind. The rotation was gone in the flying pride?" Is it gone? "I embraced it with the past, and I had left before. When I reunited with myself, I could say it frank Fuck up and now. "

Organize the old record and install it into the new bookcase. The young people who installed the bookcase were safe and willing, and I saw myself. The cheongsam on the rural grandmother wrote a unremitting pursuit of beauty in my life. I came from my younger time and was still the young man who was full of stars.

Putting an old record into the plane, Teresa Teng was singing "Walking on the road of life ..." A few frames flashed in the night wind from the front. Along the road was the shadow left by time, with sunlight and moonlight.

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