不知道从何时开始喜欢怀旧了 ，念念不忘的是昨夕过往，朋友笑言说那是因为你老了。是啊，年轻的时候何曾体味过离别之苦 ，会感受生离死别？如今，经历了岁月，随已过不惑仍有不惑，却依然感受到失去的年华美好 。
可有时 ，想回忆却往往没了回忆的内容，过去，在遗忘中已渐渐苍白 ，唯一唤起记忆的，就是那些泛白的老照片。
因为那次漫长的搬家之苦，我保存的老照片已寥寥无几 ，这些天常想起和母亲的一张合影，早已丢失，照片上每一丝细节却深深的刻在脑海里：是在农场的国营照相馆照的 ，照相的师傅姓赵（是巧合吗？）一个精干的南方人，照相用的布景是经典的桂林山水，一张圆桌 ，桌上摆着两瓶塑料花，还有一对依偎着的瓷白色的鸟儿，母亲坐在中间，六七岁的我站在母亲的右边 ，大弟斜靠在母亲的左手臂上，母亲怀里抱着的是小弟，粗笨的照相机上一块金丝绒遮盖着 ，赵师傅趴在里面神秘的鼓捣着（年纪大些又去照相的时候我也去金丝绒里看了看，原来照相机的人和景色都是反着的）好像过了许久，赵师傅笑着从神秘里出来 ，一只手拿着个圆球样的东西，一只手在空中伸着，笑容可掬的说‘哎 ，你，头稍稍偏一下，弟弟 ，站直了，好，笑一个，大家都往这看啊 ，哎，看着我的手’
我最害怕的就是照相，赵师傅总是唠叨我‘笑一个 ，高兴点嘛’他越让我笑，我就越绷着脸，以至时间久了 ，师傅再也不着意提醒我了，因为这个原因，照片里我的童年表情总是一脸的阶级斗争像。母亲偏喜欢照相 ，春天来了，因为花开照相，夏天来了 ，因为果子熟了照相 、、、现在想起当时不能理解母亲的心 。生活中的母亲从来都是笑呵呵的，即使照相她也严肃不起来，那时的母亲真好看啊，长长的辫子垂在胸前 ，微微自来卷的刘海俏皮的盖着额头，妈端坐在那里，头不歪眼不斜的看着前方笑着对我们说‘好好地都 ，照相了啊’只见赵师傅轻轻握紧手里的圆球，‘通’的一声，累的我脖酸腿疼的照相终于结束了。照片洗出来了 ，方方的黑白照片被赵师傅剪裁出细致的花边。那张照片最有趣的一个细节就是，照相的一霎那，小弟弟忽然闹着小便 ，母亲担心他尿湿裤子，用手扒拉着小弟的开裆裤。随后多年，每次见到那张相片 ，母亲都会埋怨弟弟‘尿尿也不看时候！’当时不满周岁的弟弟那管那些事情啊！
许多年后因为相遇收集到许多小小的黑白色的珍贵照片，我用相机把它们翻拍下来，做成影集保存在空间里，当年那些透着稚气 、纯真质朴的画中人在泪眼中呢喃我们共同走过的青春岁月 ，为每一次当初看似平常的合影感动，珍惜，因为曾经的拥有心怀感恩 。照片里当时觉得土的不能再土的桂林山水成了我们最温暖的回忆。
农场里的照片大都出自赵师傅之手 ，那个桂林山水的背景和塑料花、瓷白色的鸟儿曾长时间的停留在每一张黑白色的相片中。后来人们照相不再满足于那个小小的昏暗的照相馆，纷纷选择拍外景，果园里 ，树林间，雪山下，农田边 ，随着场景的不断变换，母亲们一天天老了，孩子们一天天长大 ，长大的孩子慢慢不再满足用农场做背景，满腔热情的离开故土，去天涯寻找自己心中最美的场景地 。
挥别故乡，把思念留在了天涯 ，没有伤心，没有送别，陪着我们的是这一张张照片。孤独的时候 ，总会拿起它看看，不觉间，它已在指间泛黄。岁月如风 ，有的老照片已遗失在风中，有些人也早已离我们远去，而唯存那些黑白色的记忆成为孤独路途中最亮丽的风景 。
I don't know when I started to like to be nostalgia. I don't forget that I have been in the evening. My friend is smiling. It is because you are old. Yeah, when you are young, you will feel your life. Today, I have experienced the years, I still have to be confused, but I still feel the lost year.
may sometimes, I want to recall, but I have never recalled the content. In the past, it has gradually pale in the forgotten, and the only call is the old photo of those flue.
Because the long moving pain, I saved the old photos of the old photos, I think of a photo of my mother, I have already lost, and the details on the photo are deeply engraved in the mind. In the country, it is the national photo student of the farm. The teacher is the name of Zhao (is a coincidence?) A cultivated southerner, the photo of the photo is a classic Guilin mountain water, a round table, two bottles of plastic Flower, there is a pair of chicched porcelain white birds, the mother is sitting in the middle, I am standing on the right side of the mother, the brother is behind the mother's left arm, the mother is holding the younger brother, The coarse camera covered on a gold velvet, and Master Zhao kneel in mysterious drums (when I came to take pictures, I also went to the golden velvet. The people who came to the camera and the scenery were countered.) It seems that I have been a long time, Master Zhao smiled from mysteries. One hand held a round-like thing, one hand stretched in the air, smile, saying 'Hey, you, head a little, younger brother , Stand straight, good, laugh, everyone is going to see, hey, look at my hand '
I am the most afraid of photography, Master Zhao is always ignoring me, a laugh, happy I'm smiling, the more you smile, the more you have a face, and the master will not help me again, because this reason, my childhood expressions are always like a class struggle. Mother prefers to take pictures, spring is coming, because the flowers are coming, summer is coming, because the fruit is familiar with the photo, and now I don't understand the mother's heart now. The mother in life has never laughed, even if she is serious, she can't stand it. At that time, the mother is so good, the long braid is hanging on the chest, and Liu Hai, who is slightly, is a psychedel, mother. Sitting there, watching the head is not awkward, looking at us, saying to us 'Good place, take pictures,' I saw Zhao Master gently held the ball in his hand, 'Tong'Sound, tired of my neck pain, the camera is finally over. The photo washed out, and the black and white photo of the square was taken by Zhao Master. One of the most interesting details of the photo is that the photo of the photo, the little brother suddenly fostered, the mother worried that he was wet pants, pulled the younger's open trousers. After many years, I saw the photo, my mother would blame your brother 'Nurlee. 'The younger brother who is not full of age is those things!
After many years, I collected many small black and white precious photos. I took them with the camera and made a stocktle set in the space. In the past, those painted in pure founcing People why we have walked together in tears, and they are moving for every time they look like normal, cherish because they have had fun. At that time, I felt that the soil mountains that could not soilded into our warmer memories.
The photo of the farm is mostly from the hand of Zhao, the background of Guilin mountains and plastic flowers, porcelain white birds for a long time in each black and white photo. Later, people were no longer satisfied with the little dim photo studio, and they have chosen to shoot outside, or the garden, the trees, snow mountains, the farmland side, with the scene of the scene, the mothers are old one day, children a day The sky grows up, and the greatest child slowly no longer satisfies the background of the farm. It is full of enthusiasm to leave the hometown, go to the end of the world to find the most beautiful scene.
Powers his hometown, keep the thoughts in the end of the world, not sad, no farewell, accompany us is this photo. When you are alone, you will always pick up it, don't feel the room, it has been in the fingertips. Years are like wind, some old photos have been lost in the wind, some people have already went away from us, and there are also the most beautiful scenery of the lonely road.
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