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Old Wooden Memories in an
Old Wooden House
In the old wooden house, there live two people from
different time periods – my younger self who enjoys the dazzling gifts from the
house and nature, and I, who came to the house to submerge in the old wooden
memories and savor the moments of solitude.
First, follow the little footprints left by a little
child – who is my younger self – and go deep into the mountain where my old
wooden house is located. Just walk along the rocky road, and cross the bridge
above the valley – then I’m there – right in front of my old house, the house I
used to live in. Cool breezes immediately twine around the neck, giving off a
fresh, fishy smell of water running through the valley. In the breeze, colorful
flowers and green grass are slowly swaying in rhythm, sending off their subtle,
refreshing fragrance along the wind. Enjoying every gift from the mountain, go
straight to the wooden house – then the sound of the moist, crisp grass will
follow along the footsteps, creating a perfect harmony with the sound of the
water flowing through the valley and the trees waving their leafy hands to the
visitor. Now, open the white wooden door and enter the house, then there is a
living room on the right side. It’s a quite big room with quite large windows. Among
the cold, empty atmosphere of the living room, the wind is coming through the
windows to point at the little child, standing in the middle of the living
room. The tiny birds outside the windows are telling the little child to go to
the corner of the living room. In the corner of the room, there is a brown,
dusty, rusty, wooden upright piano waiting for a player to play decent music. The
child immediately sits on the brown wooden chair and starts to play the piano.
The sound of the piano is crystal-clear, and cold as the wooden floor which the
little feet of the little child are standing on. However, the music the child
creates is not cold as the sound of the piano – it is very warm, just like the
song of the birds outside singing along the music he plays.
Now,
turn around and follow the bigger footsteps of mine – myself from the present.
Then there I am, now a little bit taller, but tired of all the things ‘I’ have
done to live a ‘better life.’ The dull eyes are not shining bright as they used
to be. Below the eyes, there is an eye luggage, dark and lifeless, showing the
fatigue ‘I’ gained living through the reality. Unlike my changed appearance,
the house is still in the same place. I sometimes go back to that old house to isolate
myself from the harsh reality and slip into my memories. When I am in the old
wooden house, there is nothing that bothers me – no assignment, no exam, no
work, no nothing. Also, nobody’s out there to bother me – just me, and the cold
air twining around my body, with the wooden smell from literally everywhere. But,
something feels different. The wooden smell is still the same, the water of the
valley is still flowing as they used to, but the leaves of the trees are not
waving with joy as they used to, and the breeze is not refreshing enough as
they used to be. Then I realize that nothing has changed – except myself.
With
a changed body, I walk to the piano, now dark-brown, rusty, and completely out
of tune, but feeling the same old chill from the wooden floor. “Maybe the music
could give me the same joy I used to savor,” I say to myself. I sit on the
stiff wooden chair and start playing the Aria from Bach’s Goldberg Variations
in a very slow tempo. Yes, the joy is still there, however, the subtle
melancholy, which I couldn’t get from the music when I was younger, immediately
starts to twine around my cold body. While a little smile spreads over my face,
I begin to submerge in the music of solitude
and swim in the memories of the past that I can never go back to.
