A picture fixed in memory

Memory is a river, endless and endless. Sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent. With the flow of the river of memory, I saw the picture fixed in my memory again. Everything is as clear as yesterday ...

In my memory, there are five steps of mossy stone stairs in front of my home, but these five steps are simply out of reach for me who just learned to walk at that time. But falling down again and again didn't diminish my love and curiosity about it. On the contrary, this fall made me have some fun. Unprepared fall, constant vigilance, and the thrill of adventure. This ordinary ladder, which can no longer be ordinary, brought me countless joys at that time.

On the wall of the memory room, there is a round clock hanging in the center. Day or night. Whether it's sunny or cloudy. It's like a high-ranking monk, neither sad nor happy. That its bells are always on time. "Tick-tock, tick-tock ..." gives alert to impetuous people and makes desperate people regain hope. It is such a bell that has accompanied me to sleep night after night. Have given me sweet dreams one night after another.

There is a big banyan tree in my memory home, which is too big for three people to hold. Because of its lush branches and leaves, air conditioning becomes a decoration in summer. Winter is mild and pleasant. Every morning, the first ray of morning light shines through the luxuriant branches and leaves in a mottled way through the gaps in the curtains, faintly smelling of home.

At that time, there was no mobile phone, no computer, and no variety of ever-changing games. But at that time, happiness was simply enviable, and even sadness was unusually simple. Now, I have gained a lot, learned a lot, grown up a lot, but lost a lot. What is lost is like a simple old house, which cannot be acquired and never lost.

Sometimes, I will go back and have a look. Neighbors still talk about parents' shortcomings and trivial matters of life. The air is still mixed with the smell of earth and childhood. The sunshine is still very good and warm, as usual. Nothing seems to have changed, and everything seems to have changed.

The picture at that time, the world at that time, a flower and a grass, a tree and a tree, everything is clearly fixed in my memory, and buried in the depths of my memory at any time. Not found, not forgotten. Accompany me through the ups and downs of life.