的土壤的气味 The smell of the soil

废墟里总是埋藏，或说埋葬著许多意念。有些东西或许并不熟悉，但当一拾起便会清楚地嗅到那股早已渗入生活的气味。

之前在帮忙整理长辈遗址时，经由自己的肉眼与双手碰触到了一件又一件的事物。整间屋子里充斥著冻结的气氛与记忆，沉重也好，熟悉也罢，都有若远似进的朦胧距离感。绵密厚重的灰尘下面藏的往往都是陈酿的回忆，一不小心就会被窜得脑子七荤八素。

随著日子一天天翻过，自以为已经越过了一些崇山峻岭，自以为已经强壮到可以挡住什么，但才没有。回忆是既老谋深算又令人心疼的伴侣，轻轻拧一下我们的脸就能招致情绪泛滥。

There are always many ideas buried in the ruins, or rather buried in the ruins. Some things may not be familiar, but when you pick them up, you can clearly smell the scent of life that has already permeated them.

When I was helping to sort out the elders' remains, I touched one thing after another with my own eyes and hands. The whole house was filled with a frozen atmosphere and memories, heavy or familiar, but with a hazy sense of distance. Beneath the thick dust are often old memories that can be tossed around if you are not careful.

As the days go by, I think I've crossed some mountains, I think I'm strong enough to block something, but I'm not. Memories are both a wily and heartbreaking companion, the slightest twist of our faces inviting a flood of emotion.