日志
还将旧时意，怜取眼前人
I grew up in the 50s with very practical parents .My mother was a recycle queen . My father was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.Their marriage was good ,their areams focused.Their best friends lived barely a block away .It was a way of life ,and sometimes it made me crazy. All that fixing, eating ,renewing. I wanted just once to be wasteful .Waste meant affluence .Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died,and on that clear summer's night ,in the warmth of the hospitalroom ,I was struck with the pain fo learning that somethings there isn't any more.Sometimes,what we care about most gets all used-up and goes away ...never to return.So,while we have it ,it's best we love it ,care for it ,fix it when it's broken ,and heal it when it's sick.
This is true for old cars ,children with bad report cards ,aging parents and grandparents . We keep them because they are worth it,because we are worth it .
Good！Especially the title！Poetic！