Old-school romance: human taste is happiness.

I always think that most parents are pragmatic and simple, and have nothing to do with romance. Until I grew up and began to taste the plain taste of life except poetry and distance, I had a new understanding of their romance-it was an old-fashioned romance, between a dish and a meal and a breath. It is shallow and has a long aftertaste.

think

When I was a child, I especially liked to rummage through my locker, because there were always some old things that could satisfy my little curiosity: an old-fashioned radio bought by my grandfather when I was a child, a notebook in which my mother extracted poems and songs in middle school, and an enamel jar printed with "The world is vast and great" ...

What excites me most is a pile of letters-letters written by my father to my mother when my parents were madly in love.

In other words, when my father was young, he didn't like reading, but he loved reading. Prose, poetry, and martial arts romance come to everyone. In that era when cultural life was still scarce, those pirated books found from the stalls successfully turned my father into a short-sighted man with a bit of literary temperament. Later, the literary temperament finally came in handy when chasing girls.

There is a word "Mei" in my mother's name, and my father is the second child in the family, so those letters all start with "Dear Mei" and end with "Second Brother". I can't remember the specific content in the middle, only remember the title that makes people blush and heartbeat.

Later, I saw a familiar name on the note left by my father, although the contents of the note were all trivial things in life.

film

Watching movies has always been one of the best dating activities for couples. In the past, when there were no movies, I would go out with a woman I liked, and I would definitely read a book or a book suitable for the occasion. This is just a story about talented women and beautiful women. The actor sang softly and tactfully on the stage, and the audience was fascinated and heartbroken. When they were in love, they looked at each other and naturally went to a place.

In my parents' time, watching movies was still a luxury activity. At that time, foreign classic blockbusters were in full swing, so I imagined that my parents would watch some movies like Gone with the Wind, Broken Bridge and Casablanca when they were dating. In the dark, they may be silently observing each other's emotions, where they will be high, where they will be low, where they will be moved, and where they will cry. Under the catalysis of the plot that produced the sound of * * *, they stared at the curtain, but their hands were quietly held together. At the end of the movie, two men who are still wanting more walk in the night wind, and then put away the ticket stubs.

When I was about seven or eight years old, I woke up one night in a daze and saw strange lights shining in the living room, and extremely low music and dialogue were looming. I crept from the bedroom to the living room and found that my parents were actually showing movies on a video recorder! It's the world-famous Titanic!

Unfortunately, when I turned my eyes to the movie screen, the plot of "not suitable for children" had just been staged, and I still remembered my parents' embarrassed and ambiguous eyes.

draw

This year marks the 30th anniversary of parents' marriage. The family took a group of family photos as a souvenir.

At that time, there were no wedding dresses, let alone wedding photos. Wearing red clothes and having a banquet, the wedding is over. Mom and dad who have never taken such a formal photo are not used to it, and even a little embarrassed. Under the intimidation and inducement of photographers, they put on various "posing" postures, holding hands or hugging intimately. Even dad couldn't help laughing when the photographer asked them to "show their teeth when laughing".

However, the effect of the photo is naturally beautiful beyond my expectation. There is a photo in which my mother hangs her head slightly, her side face leans on her father's shoulder, and the soft light sweeps across her cheeks. She is no longer young. She has always been neat and hot, with the shyness and sweetness of a girl's first love between her eyebrows and eyes.

Yes, this is the love of parents. There are not so many fancy decorations, but most of them can last a lifetime. I think, after all, 30 years is a long time, enough for a family to have a tacit understanding.

sense of ritual

Speaking of sense of ceremony, I am ashamed. There was a time when I was too busy and impetuous, and I often made do with it, and my life was listless. Fortunately, there are two people with a sense of ceremony at home, one is grandma and the other is dad, which makes the dull life a little lucky and a little surprised.

Grandma's sense of ceremony is mostly in old customs and diet. Eat zongzi and wormwood on the Dragon Boat Festival, moon cakes and melons on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and jiaozi and Yuanxiao on the New Year. These foods must have been carefully selected by my grandmother and made by myself. They contain the old people's hope for life and the most direct love for their children.

Dad's sense of ceremony is reflected in the details. For example, on Valentine's Day and Women's Day, my dad never forgets to give me and my mom red envelopes, although the money in his WeChat wallet is often what I want. For example, he will never forget his wedding anniversary every year, and he will definitely cook more dishes and open a bottle of red wine that day; For example, when he sells me Christmas apples at Christmas, he will buy two more packages and put them on my mother's bedside with ugly words, although the apples will be eaten by my mother instantly. ...

There is also a sense of ceremony, which is how dad feels about small things. After he stopped writing letters, his father's literary cells were useless for a long time until he retired at the age of 50 and stayed at home. Occasionally, he sends his idea of walking in the early morning to a circle of friends. I was shocked after reading it, and felt that my father was an amateur writer who was delayed by work.

Encouraged by my exaggeration, his creative inspiration is concentrated on generate: I want to write a short article about remembering teenagers at a class reunion, a travel note about XX when traveling abroad, and even a few words about walking when I saw flowers and plants in sports ... Although my father's words are not gorgeous, and sometimes there are typos, I can see his generation's simple but vivid love and devotion to life.

He and his classmates organized a group trip to Xiamen this year, and I asked him to bring me some postcards. Therefore, every time my father visited a scenic spot, he first went to a small shop selling postcards. In that city famous for its small and fresh literature and art, this handsome uncle in his fifties also looks very literary. After he came back, he brought me many postcards of different styles, as well as the travel notes of Xiamen that he spent half a day writing.

Su Dongpo has a saying: "Snow foam milk flowers float in the afternoon, and chrysanthemum buds try spring vegetables." The taste of the world is pure happiness. "These old stories, old romance and old love are more moving than vigorous.