When I was a kid, I was sensitive to smells. Even doors are closed, I can also feel the taste of spring. It’s a kind of smell that warm sunshine, fresh earth are mixed with green plants.
Too many poets composed their works to praise the beauty of spring in thousands of years. Indeed, the sunshine which people miss for a whole winter, the flowers all girls love, and of course, the fresh and sweet smells in the air, all these attractive things make people excited. Anyway, spring has millions of reasons to be a modern lady who fascinated people. Because I’m allergic to some pollen (I don’t know it exactly, either.), I always get skin problems in such a popular season.
Some people like to keep a dairy as a summary for meaningful things. And others like to turn it into colorful pictures in their brains. For me, different things are attached to different smells.
And some smells are still in my mind. The smell of ink from a new book, the smell of sunshine in pillows, the bad smell of tobaccos from my daddy’s coat, all of them could be traced back to a special thing. My first day in Soochow University is rainy. The mildewed and fishy smell in Soochow underground impressed me most during my first trail in this city. Now I call it the smell of missing family.
Sometimes I also envy Sherlock Holmes’s memory palace shown in TV. It’s a cool thing to own such a knowledge base in one’s brain. However, my special smell museum is also my source of joy.