Retention of Memory

Retention of Memory

I passed my old junior high school on the way to a friend’s house. The more I was close to it, the more I was excited. It’s been more than 4 years since I left that school. I had heard that it was highly improved and it was not the same one but better now. I was so proud of it and determined to make a visit.

My heart started pounding when I saw my school. It was bigger, better, just like what I heard about. One of the biggest changes was that the old dilapidated little front door was replaced by a grand one which was covered by white smooth marble. The Senior High School of City’s Nationalities, the name of the school was carved in the marble of the right half of the door. Another remarkable change was that the football field, which had been a badly muddy pond in the rainy day and a dusty desert in the sunny day, now was covered with thick green grass.

As I walked down the stars to the school gate, I happened to see the headmaster, who had been my English teacher, a small-shot when I studied there, and now she was obviously the big potato of the school. I was so glad and came up to her,  greeted her with a smell. I thought my greeting would make her recall something nice when we had been together in school. To my disappointment, she was puzzled about what I said. I told her that I had been one of his students four years ago and my name was Wang Linhai. However, the more I accounted for that, the more she got confused. At last she said, “Oh, I know I know, welcome back to school, but I’m busy with meeting now,” as she nodding her head.

It was so embarrassed that I couldn’t go on with our talk any more. “Ok, go ahead!” I held back my emotion and smiled.

When I entered the school gate, caught the sight of familiar school buildings, I felt hot as if a fire was burning in my heart. And now, outside of the gate, all I felt was something cool in the wind. It was a pity that she didn’t recognize me. I thought that must be because she was a VIP now. She was so busy that she might forget about something nice in the past. She might not do it like what I thought because there was no choice and  time.

And now I’m thinking a question that how to keep your past, the present and your future, how to endeavor to keep anything valuable that appear in all the course of your life no matter they are happy or painful. It’s all a big part of your life or I say it’s just your life. You are made of them for sure and you may be nothing without them but a mummy. It’s almost impossible to memorize everything in your life. Every day there are millions of brain-cells run off your head. You are going to lose more and more energy with your age. You would be unable to do as much as you would like to.

So take your camera, and go for all kinds of elegant pictures to structure your own new world with a difference; take your keyboard, write down what you hear or see to turn your stories into a clear river of memory. There are the two ways I like most. One day you are old, and you get success and wealth when you look at those pictures looking back all the way you go or swim in the clear river of memory recalling the pains and the joys.

What about you? What do you do to the things happen in your life? Throw them away or keep them and how?