The first item is a pink skirt that my grandmother sewed for me. It was specially made for me when I was 15 years old, so even though it is old, torn and cannot be worn now, But I still can't bear to lose it.

In my hometown, 15-year-old boys and girls have a custom activity similar to a coming-of-age ceremony called "Going out of the Garden". In fact, this is a custom that existed a long time ago and continues to this day. The ceremony now will be simpler than before. According to the saying in my hometown, leaving the garden means growing up and becoming an adult.

"Going out of the garden" is also very particular for boys and girls. For boys, "going out of the garden" will be more grand and the preliminary preparations required are more complicated. For girls, it is relatively simple, but the procedures are also Very cumbersome. In my family, when boys "go out in the garden", grandma needs to make a bellyband for her grandson as a gift to show that she cares. For girls, she doesn't need it. But the same thing is that on the day of "Out of the Garden", the 15-year-old protagonist of "Out of the Garden" does not need to do any work. He only needs to follow the arrangements of his family and complete all the rituals.

Because I am the eldest in the family, I am also the first one in the family to "go out of the garden". I remember that my mother told my grandmother in advance, and my grandmother also asked some etiquette questions. After hearing the difference between boys and girls, my grandmother obviously felt that this was unfair, but the custom was like this, so my grandmother didn’t say much, just told me that she We will treat each other equally. In fact, I didn’t quite understand what grandma meant at the time. It wasn’t until later that I understood the meaning of grandma’s words.

It turns out that grandma sewed a pink skirt herself and planned to give it to me as a garden gift. Women in my grandmother’s era were good at many crafts, and sewing clothes was one of them. I remember there was a sewing machine at home at that time, which my grandmother used to make clothes. My grandma was over 70 years old at the time, and she hadn’t touched this craft for a long time. But for me, she started it again, and she hid it from us. We didn’t know the whole process. When it was done, grandma Take it out. It was a pink skirt, very simple cut, with some small embroidery on the skirt. Although it is not very fashionable, it still moved me very much. In addition, my grandma is so old, and she still spends her energy making skirts for me as a gift for me to go out to the garden.

?The second item, a small wooden jewelry box, was a gift given to me by my neighbor’s sister when I was young. Around the time I was in the first grade of elementary school, a family moved in next door to my house. They were not locals, but from other provinces. I liked going to their house very much at that time because their house made bread and it smelled delicious every day. When I was a child, I was greedy and could not eat without watching. Then I became very familiar with the two daughters of this family because they They are from Fujian, so I always call them Fujian sisters.

Their family lived here for almost two years and then moved back. I cried so much at that time. After all, we have feelings after being together for a long time. Plus, once they leave, we may never see each other again. arrive. Later, when my sister from Fujian left, she gave me this jewelry box, which contained some bracelets and small toys she had knitted herself, and asked me to keep it as a souvenir. In this way, it has been collected by me until now. It is very old, but I can't bear to throw it away.

These things may seem useless now, but I think they are a piece of nostalgia that allows me to open and look at the things I miss.