Stories of Voices | Bells, Lifetime, Lifetime

The sound of bells accompanies life, sometimes unnoticed, sometimes obvious. With the transformation of identities and scenes, the bells also change, bells, life, life...

Early in the morning, the distant sun rising over the horizon and shining a warm light through the windows made me fall asleep even more, completely forgetting one important thing: getting up and going to school

bell bell~

bell bell~

The alarm clock in the morning rang loudly, I simply pressed it off when I woke up, climbed back to the pillow hill, and continued to sleep soundly. The attraction between the bed and me is far greater than the attraction between me and the school. Until the mother's voice called: the sun is about to dry the ass! be late! Eat breakfast in a hurry, pick up a schoolbag at will, and rush out of the house to go to school.

Pass through the school gate, greet the guards and instructors warmly, arrive in time, and successfully slide the base, without signing the late book, and shouting in my heart: Yes! When I came to the school, there was another commotion. You said something to me, talking about yesterday's game and level, and suddenly the broadcast sounded:

Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ ~

Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ ~

It’s time for class, so I quickly put my butt back on the cold wooden chair, the teacher slowly went up to the podium, threw the handout on the podium, turned around to write on the blackboard, and behind us were still laughing secretly, littering the written notes, I don't think the teacher will find out.

After the devastation of many classes.

Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ ~

Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ ~

The bell of the end of class woke the dreamer, the laughter of the classmates came and went, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hall, and everyone went on a different path. After I wiped the saliva on the table, I carried my schoolbag and went home. .

When I got home, I lost my schoolbag and lay on the sofa watching TV for a long time. On the wall at the top left of the TV was a chiming wall clock. The small door at the top of the clock opened slowly, and the bird inside ran out.

Cuckoo ~ Cuckoo ~

Cuckoo ~ Cuckoo ~

It was six o'clock in the evening, and my stomach was rumbling on time. In the kitchen, my mother was cooking dinner without haste. In just 30 minutes, the fragrant dishes were placed on the table one by one. Families gather around the oval dining table, sharing food, talking and laughing in a warm atmosphere.

After starting work, I rent a house outside by myself:

bell bell~

bell bell~

The morning alarm clock rang loudly again, and the loud noise woke me up. Unlike the previous me, I immediately jumped out of bed. Buzzing, after shaving, put on a shirt and trousers, put the briefcase in the laptop for work, got up, locked the door, walked out quickly, rode the windy motorcycle, and was afraid of being late for work one second.

Coming to Belgium to start a new research life:

When I walked out of the laboratory on time, the air outside was damp and cold, the temperature was close to zero, and I could exhale white smoke. Riding a rented bicycle, through the Allenberg forest and castle, along the road beside the small river, along the way, you can see the ducks also come up from the river to rest on the grass. Walk through the old tower buildings and look at the gray sky

Knock-knock-knock-knock

Knock-knock-knock-knock

The church bell in the distance rang long, and someone was waiting for me to come home in the warm yellow light of the house. Arrived at the student dormitory, took out the key, clanged, opened the door, and a sweet voice came into my ears. Warm hugs, warm greetings, dry bread with cream, cut beef patties with bisque. The children outside were still excitedly playing games in the cold night, and the indoor heating was running continuously. At bedtime, two adults were squeezed into the narrow single bed, talking about many things, and this quiet night was not ended until I fell asleep.

These are the bells that have grown up with me to this day.

I think, when I get old, if I hear the familiar voice again, the scene will be the same, and the people will be completely different. Those memories will still reverberate in my mind.

The bell, which is constantly changing with the transition of identities, never disappears, a lifelong bell. These familiar voices and precious memories will accompany me to the end of my life, and the bells will last forever.

Remark:

The Difference Between Lifetime and Lifetime: Source Reference

"Lifetime" is the beginning of an identity until death. And "lifetime" refers to a lifetime of natural life. If I'm not mistaken.