Angel`s Heaven
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22.05.2020 03:35
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They were not the first in that era, and we are not the last in this era. We are all as a medium, as a kind of existence. This is just an ordinary mirror. For decades, it has become old and hid behind the descending curtain of the era, but it has never been touching and moving, and the deepest story has been recorded. But when my grandmother told me that they only had such a square mirror at that time, I knew that it was also an era. At that time, the grandmother was still very young. At that time, it was a baby who was held in the palm of her hand day and night. About the era when we are still in the unknown world. Grandma was only a teenager when she was married. Like all multi-child families, they have five children. During the day, the husband and wife went to the field, and the oldest daughter was responsible for cooking and taking care of her weaker brother. For this reason, she had never been to school and did not know one character. The slightly older son went up the mountain to cut wood after school, and his life was frugal and restrained. A large pot of things will be cooked, and the lid will be opened, revealing the steaming black sweet potato. At this time, adults will use a spatula to dig up a thick layer above, and then see the pitiful rice sticking underneath. There are no delicious dishes, a few children eat with relish. That kind of food craving is something that we can't understand today when we are shouting to lose weight. There is no such thing as material enjoyment, they are considering more profound and heavy issues. Live without rest. Like the black-and-white family portrait of the decades hanging on the wall Parliament Cigarettes, people are silent in such a huge background without color. Then, ten years, twenty years ... it traversed calmly. So, the children are all grown-ups, say goodbye to that gray age. Until now, my grandmother still pointed to the TV at home and said that such a small box can hold so many people. It's amazing. The legend of that generation has passed Newport 100S. They silently retreated behind the scenes. They no longer have to worry about everything Marlboro Gold, but they still worry from time to time. Today, they are white temples, their faces are no longer youthful, and if they look back, the seemingly bleak experience will also shine like golden cores. The young men walked all the way, and the sweat swayed infiltrated the yellow soil. Their youth is a fusion of many kinds of spiritual interpretations, shining brightly in that state of no vainness. Those merits that are neglected by most of us but do not need to be honored. In fact, the first thing I noticed was the flower spike in the upper right corner of the mirror. It was not carved or pasted, but actually existed inside the mirror. Born of it. Belong to their era. Their pious look back to them in that era is enough to be regarded as a legendary existence. |
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