Last Days of the year

Since I was in high school, I went to school and worked far away, so sometimes I only went to the street near my home for the whole year. Today is such a day. I walked, slowly watched the time of my daily life drifting through the small streets … there were old shops that stood up during the time I was in secondary school, and then new houses and shops obscured a familiar look. If it belongs to me, I will look up and down on my toes and I will not see anything. The flashing signboard and bright clothes and clothes that reminded me of the old excitement in the coming Tet will use my savings to buy something new and beautiful. Suddenly heard the argument, cursing, whispering to buy, buy cooking porridge phone or meet the familiar faces of the girls, the doctors, the ladies … actually, In recent years, I was quite scared when I saw familiar faces because it made me scared to recognize the richness of time. I rarely realize it on my face, but on other people’s face, I realize it is very well because the interruption of meeting is enough for people to break the seal of wind and mist. Then met a funeral … During the dinner, my mother mentioned, about the continuous departures of the elderly in my area … The drums of the drums sounded softly, my feet walked silently. At that moment, the sound of the street was suffocating mechanically and I felt like they were rolling through the choking feeling rising into my mind and soul. about the repeated departures of the elderly in my area … The drums sounded sad, my feet walked silently. At that moment, the sound of the street was suffocating mechanically and I felt like they were rolling through the choking feeling rising into my mind and soul. about the repeated departures of the elderly in my area … The drums sounded sad, my feet walked silently. At that moment, the sound of the street was suffocating mechanically and I felt like they were rolling through the choking feeling rising into my mind and soul.

These days, I often think about the embryonic, fading, to the sinking into the time graves of a generation … One day, I went through the living room to go up the stairs. I saw my mother groping and mending, she was good. He kept on digging to see how the whole family’s clothes were, a little ragged, and the instrument sat very neatly and smoothly. There were times, just recently, I was so sad when I realized those stitches on my clothes … I walked up the stairs, looked at my mother from the top (according to the look of a machine) and my infinite sadness. I am getting old … my mother has begun to hear unclearly, I have also started to forget to remember, though I am still nimble and always tell myself to take a husband to hold a child. The day before I saw the movie of Jamie, there was a scene of two father and son preparing to take pictures. The father quickly took the throne and tied his hair to beautify his daughter to take pictures … It reminds me of the old days, When I was young, my father also braided my hair, put on makeup for me to perform in music … It seems that in the past, people lived closer and closer, even the neighbors. The habit of giving each other pieces of meat, the fruit of the fruit, the gift of the cake is now less and less to follow the leaves of the forest.

At the front of my house, there is a crazy lady sitting She has children and a house but doesn’t live. I was a bit surprised because my parents were very interested and then told me about her story: habits, behaviors. Few cold days, my mother told someone to throw her blanket muttering and cursing mum and not bothering to cover up …. Today on the way home, I leered and turned to look closely, and she had put on a new blanket. When I got home, my dad went to bed, I watched a movie … I suddenly wanted to create some kind of coherence so I told my mom and dad that ‘crazy woman had put on a new blanket’. I want to continue the family’s daily story to warm up, so I feel like I belong to this life, my father’s life, my mother’s lifeā€¦.

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