change

Just through this imaginary article, express my feelings about time.

At the age of 37, I finally returned to this city that I loved and hated for 17 years.

The change here is too great, and I have to work hard to find the approximate location where I lived. This place has planted many common trees, and there are air sterilizers everywhere. The vehicles come and go, and the flow is endless. It should be a lot more than the car I saw when I was a child, and now the car family has already eliminated the old-fashioned flat-bottomed car in the past, and only a few people are still in their garage. Audi's old car is the most precious collection at the moment.

There are several villas around here, and the central location is a mid- to high-end sales building.

I also had enough in the car, I changed a pair of high heels, took the bag, took off the car key, and got ready to get off. The sun is not big, I am squatting four times, there is nothing to go to, boring looking up at the sky, I can't tell the difference between childhood and the present day. At this time, a dazzling light arc emerged from the field of vision. It is the lightning rod of the sales building.

I stepped on a pair of milky white high-heeled shoes, shoulders a lv mid-range red and purple bag, dressed in a dark blue tight dress, and quickly walked into the sales hall.

The cold air produced by Gree's new generation of ultra-energy-saving air conditioners permeated the hall. When I walked in, I immediately greeted the service lady and asked if I had an appointment in advance or a casual look. I answered the latter. So, I found a wooden chair and sat down with my shoulders on my back. I took the phone out of the bag and looked at the time. Then I began to think about the time I spent in this place, but I was clueless. No, I have been running around in these years, and I have never thought of coming back to see if I have time. I forgot everything that seemed to be forgotten. But fortunately, I found a breakthrough in memory from my name.

My nickname is "Golden Harvest". Jiahe Jiahe, these two words often echo in the old triangular building. My childhood home lived in a community full of old-fashioned buildings. Many of the buildings were triangular shockproof. Where the neighborhood is familiar with the frequent, there are often a bunch of children playing sand downstairs. When I was a child, I often joined the playing team. There was a picture in my mind, but it just flashed out and disappeared again. After a while, the picture flashed again and stayed longer. After repeated several times, the picture no longer disappeared. I The brain is like a TV with a bad signal decades ago, and the picture reappears, so the TV starts to play her story.

This is a residential area in the 21st century. I am not sure if it is the place where Jiahe lived when I was a child.

At this time, I saw a child running in the community. The child had the same look as Jiahe, the same angle as the corner of his mouth, and even the running posture. The scent of the secluded grass that the child exudes from the inside out, and Jiahe have a kind of ingenuity, is it really Jiahe?

From my childhood, from the time spent by Jiahe, I saw a kind of extravagant hope that can give you trust. This year has a kind of innate charm, it will radiate the bright light that can't get into the night.

Jiahe’s pupil was as crystal clear as the last group of snow in the North Spring, but she changed, and Jiahe became me.

Time creates the most perfect, no-mark change. I knew early that time would make people grow old and change one person. But I never thought that this change will happen to me someday, I always think that the days are still long. In fact, if you don't feel the height of your heel from time to time, always smell the smell of your body, and always touch the deeper crow's feet in your eyes, who will admit that you are old? Who knows that he is old? Therefore, the real aging is not a superposition of age, but the spirit of all things in and out of the body has to undergo a complete refreshing, never-ending transformation. This is the aging of the soul.

Because the secular world has carried out a sweeping change in the whole soul of the human being. We gradually got a piece of something that we wanted but didn't like, which is undoubtedly a great sorrow.

I only hurriedly walked in the rushing years, and because I was too hurried, I forgot why.

There is always a time in a person. When Jiahe becomes me, the weight of this time suddenly increases. I can only see the hard land below, bend my back and walk, and I can't see the soft sky.

But should I also be thankful? I have had that time after all, after all, I have experienced that kind of time. "Jiahe Nianhua" is always engraved in my heart and will always belong to me. Just, it’s just that I don’t belong to that kind of time.

Third day: Xue Hanxiu