I'm moving recently, and this is my tenth time living in Taipei. Every time I move, it’s like trying to break out of a siege in a chaotic formation. I’m exhausted. I finally managed to get out of the siege. When I look back, there are corpses all over the place. The battlefield is cleared. Moving is really a helpless thing in life. When cleaning up the sundries, I always face the dilemma of whether to give up or not to lose, especially many books that have been with me for many years, and I may never read them again in this life; many letters are The boyhood has been preserved to this day, but time has passed, and the situation is no longer; many magazines that have been preserved from the first issue have long been covered with dust and will never be read; there are still a lot of old notes, old clippings, old materials, old Cards, and some half-written manuscripts that are impossible to complete...

Every time a cabinet is opened, there are many hesitations, hesitations, and repetitions. I finally made up my mind to throw away the things that could no longer be used. The paper alone has more than 200 kilograms. It is sold to people who collect used goods for 1 yuan per kilogram, which is the amount of money to buy a new book. Also throw away some old furniture and give it to friends who need it. Because I think that there are not many times in my life to move, we can give up happily, and I lost a lot of things that I loved in the past ten minutes, which are the commemorations of some growth that cannot be measured by money. There are so many things thrown away, I am afraid there are as many as one truck.

Even so, the move took four trucks to complete. This reminds me that when I first arrived in Taipei, all my luggage added up to one travel bag. Later, when I moved house, it was one travel bag and one canvas bag. When I graduated from school, I moved a small truck. considerable burden. In the change of time, some things are growing and some things are disappearing. The most worrying thing is that youth is no longer there! Many things we can decide to choose, only youth can't, no matter what method is used, it walks on its own. I remember a cold winter ten years ago. I lived in a hotel full of bed bugs in Pingtung City. In order to watch the sunrise in the early morning rice fields in Neipu Township, I left the hotel at four in the morning. When I arrived in Neipu Township, the sky was still dark, so I lay on the grass beside the ridge and waited, but I fell into a drowsy sleep. I thumped my chest and paused, remembering that I had walked for an hour at night, and I was so sad that my tears almost fell. At this moment, I saw the seedlings in the field reflecting the sunlight, and the cracks opened in the fields due to the drought stretched to the horizon. This very beauty is something I have never seen before, and I immediately turned from sadness to joy. I felt that if I could not be attached, my state of mind would be much better.

I'm moving recently, and this is my tenth time living in Taipei. Every time I move, it’s like trying to break out of a siege in a chaotic formation. I’m exhausted. I finally managed to get out of the siege. When I look back, there are corpses all over the place. The battlefield is cleared. Moving is really a helpless thing in life. When cleaning up the sundries, I always face the dilemma of whether to give up or not to lose, especially many books that have been with me for many years, and I may never read them again in this life; many letters are The boyhood has been preserved to this day, but time has passed, and the situation is no longer; many magazines that have been preserved from the first issue have long been covered with dust and will never be read; there are still a lot of old notes, old clippings, old materials, old Cards, and some half-written manuscripts that are impossible to complete...

Every time a cabinet is opened, there are many hesitations, hesitations, and repetitions. I finally made up my mind to throw away the things that could no longer be used. The paper alone has more than 200 kilograms. It is sold to people who collect used goods for 1 yuan per kilogram, which is the amount of money to buy a new book. Also throw away some old furniture and give it to friends who need it. Because I think that there are not many times in my life to move, we can give up happily, and I lost a lot of things that I loved in the past ten minutes, which are the commemorations of some growth that cannot be measured by money. There are so many things thrown away, I am afraid there are as many as one truck.

Even so, the move took four trucks to complete. This reminds me that when I first arrived in Taipei, all my luggage added up to one travel bag. Later, when I moved house, it was one travel bag and one canvas bag. When I graduated from school, I moved a small truck. considerable burden. In the change of time, some things are growing and some things are disappearing. The most worrying thing is that youth is no longer there! Many things we can decide to choose, only youth can't, no matter what method is used, it walks on its own. I remember a cold winter ten years ago. I lived in a hotel full of bed bugs in Pingtung City. In order to watch the sunrise in the early morning rice fields in Neipu Township, I left the hotel at four in the morning. When I arrived in Neipu Township, the sky was still dark, so I lay on the grass beside the ridge and waited, but I fell into a drowsy sleep. I thumped my chest and paused, remembering that I had walked for an hour at night, and I was so sad that my tears almost fell. At this moment, I saw the seedlings in the field reflecting the sunlight, and the cracks opened in the fields due to the drought stretched to the horizon. This very beauty is something I have never seen before, and I immediately turned from sadness to joy. I felt that if I could not be attached, my state of mind would be much better.