Nostalgia

Nostalgia

It is said that if you start to remember past time indicated that you are old. But I'm not sure it, in that I'm a nostalgic person. I like to lean on the window to lookout the scenery, or in mediation.

When the night fell, surroundings were quiet. Myriad twinkling lights were warm, meanwhile the city was lonely. I went to bed, and I stared at the ceiling sleeplessly, without thinking. After a while, all the memories flooded into my mind.

In a moment, I'm in a deep thought. My minds were active, sometimes recall my childhood, and even date back to ancient time. I wandered the campus where I studied previously. As if everyone were here, laughing, chatting, and playing games. Nevertheless, for me, that moment seems as eternal, as if it all happened yesterday, as nostalgia drift in the air, with the echoes of our trapped inside that classroom. Walking down the stone pavement and appreciating the traditional buildings along the rode, I'm definitely reminded of past.

No sooner than my minds went back, my eyes burst into two lines tears. My heart was complicated. I moved by historical figures, felt happy that my family was harmonious. After a long time, I still stared the ceiling, lost myself, until I slept soundly.

I like to recollect the good old days and old acquaintance. I know that nostalgia is dangerous, but I remember those days with a clear conscience. That's treasures to direct my bright future.