It's a diary

Chapter 82 1.2
It will be New Year's Eve in nineteen days, and I should not go back to my hometown until then.

In previous years, there would be large-scale sacrificial activities in the village around the Lunar New Year, and I don’t know what it will be like this year.

In the past few years, I would go back to my grandma's house after holidays.I grew up there, and every plant and tree there feels inexplicably familiar to me.

My family is not particularly rich, and my life is very ordinary, just like the stream that flows from the top of the back mountain and then merges into a river.

The longan tree planted in the yard is already taller than the old tile-roofed house, and the lychee tree not far from it is also growing hard. In the middle, pomegranates were originally planted.

He and I grew up together there. We were both very small at first, and then we grew to about the same height.

No then.

The soil here is not suitable for growing pomegranates. They don’t grow big and the fruits they produce are small and astringent. There is no need to keep them.

The yellow-skinned fruit grown at home has been bearing fruit for several years, but I have never been able to catch it once.

The night before yesterday, when I was chatting with my friends, I talked a lot about it.

The jujube tree in the yard is as tall as the second floor, the bougainvillea that climbs several meters along the wall at the door of the house, the unnamed tree beside the pond that is full of thorns and blooms with white spherical flowers, and the tree next to it. A large area of ​​light pink rose flowers...

To the right of the house is someone else's old house.

But they no longer live there.

Maybe they were when I was little.But as long as I can remember, they have been absent.

It was always empty, and when I passed by, I felt even the wind was chilly.

There is a well at the door, and there are a large number of hibiscus flowers surrounding it.

You can just plant one or two plants in the beginning for the sake of beauty. But later on when they grow like that, most likely no one will take care of them.

Until now, at least when I went back last time, the flowers were still in bloom.

Deep red hibiscus flowers are dotted among the green leaves, unique, beautiful and eye-catching.

When I was a kid, my family didn't let me go to those places.I couldn't figure out why at first, but now that I think about it, maybe it's just because there is a well.

The bougainvillea at home was planted outside the house. I don’t know when it was planted, and I didn’t ask.

And not far from the tree stump, only about three or four steps, there was also a well.

That well is more dangerous than the one in the hibiscus bush.

The well next to the hibiscus bushes also has a stone fence.The well outside my house is just a well dug from the ground.

At first, grandpa piled some rocks and wood to prevent others from getting close.Later, I simply bought cement and made two cement slabs to block the well.

In the large area of ​​​​the house, water can be seen as long as you dig underground for a few meters.

Almost all nearby villages have ponds.

This is not unusual.

So in the past two years, people in the village discussed filling in the pond in front of their home and digging the land in front of the ancestral hall into a pond.

I don’t know whether it was intentional on their part or unintentional on the part of the excavators, but the pond looked like a crescent moon from a distance.

nice.Especially in the evening when the sun sets.

The afterglow is sprinkled on the crescent-shaped pond, as if it is filled with love.When the wind blows, the water in the pool moves and sparkles.Just one glance can remind people of when they were fifteen or sixteen years old.

far away.

What I was talking about to my friend that day was a piece of jade.

I once had a piece of jade, and then I lost it.Unlike the flower language of lily of the valley, there is no miracle happening.I lost it, forever.

like.What exactly is like.

I thought about this very seriously a few years ago.

To be precise, I started thinking about this issue very early.

When I was a child, I wanted sweet strawberry candies, I wanted to have one more friend, I wanted to buy one more pack of spicy strips... But these were not likes, they were just wants.Seeing others have it makes me want it too.

Like it.

I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I never had an answer.

So before, I was always troubled by this. I complained to Alin: "Alin, I'm so pitiful. I don't even know what liking is. If I don't hate it, do I just like it?"

Yes.

A few years ago, I thought about it again and again but still didn’t understand the meaning of liking. I looked it up again and again, but I still didn’t understand it.Recently I came to the conclusion: if I don’t hate it, I just like it.

During this time, I seemed to have gained other insights - what I will never forget is that I like it.

I can still remember that piece of jade.

Small, crystal clear, with a hint of green hidden in it.

It was carved into a small gourd.

It was strung up by a red string and kept on my neck.

I like to touch it very much, just like I know how to coil Bodhi bracelets now.

I lost it once before I started reading.

Maybe I dropped it because I overplayed with other children.I couldn't find it when I got home that day, and I started crying very hard.I found it later and it was dropped at the house where I mentioned the pear tree.

The grandma recognized it and sent it to my grandma.

I wore it obediently and never took it off again.

But a few years later, when I went back to my grandfather’s house to study in elementary school, I didn’t know where a crack appeared.Then, I can’t remember exactly when, he disappeared.

Never found it again.

To this day, I still can't forget it.

I can’t remember what the jade gourd looks like. Maybe it’s not as beautiful as I imagined, but I can remember it.

It and that family's pear tree that bloomed with snow-white pear blossoms will forever live in my past and remain in my heart.

I don’t know why or what I did in the past two days. I always slept until one or two o’clock before waking up.

As my health improves, I always want to run outside.

I want to go out to bask in the sun; I want to walk on the beach and listen to the sound of the waves; I want to pick some strawberries...

But the weather in the past two days has not been very good. The sun didn't shine yesterday, and there was heavy fog today.

It finally got better, but the fog made me feel uncomfortable and I started coughing again.

I went out today, but it was because I went out a little and the cold wind blew, and my nose started to become stuffy again.

Admit it, the absurd life of a greedy cat.

I went to several flower shops but couldn't find the lilies I wanted.It's a little regretful, but there's nothing you can do about it. Sometimes it's just like this. You don't have access to that thing, and there's nothing you can do if you want it.

Two days ago, I passed by the school I used to attend. The music store next to the school was still open. Looking from a distance, the boss's silvery coat seemed to have gained a lot of weight.

That cat, I remember, was called "Shaomai".

I used to go in and play with it for a while every afternoon after school.Sometimes I lose track of time, so I send a message to my mother - "There are too many cars, there's a traffic jam, I'll be home late."

Then he picked up his schoolbag and ran away quickly.

……

There is always endless talk about the past.The past will be remembered by you countless times in the present, and then with everything that happens now, it will become the past again.

(End of this chapter)