Life

Memory of Collection: when it comes to collection, it seems to be a very distant thing. In other words, it was a story that would disappear forever. When I was young, when it came to festivals and new year, my family would take out the candies they bought early and put them on the table. A girl’s eyes were immediately attracted by the transparent candy paper. I like the transparency of candy paper very much. In order to get it, I have to eat sugar. But I was born to dislike eating sugar. Helpless, just staring at people who eat sugar. Otherwise, they would stick to their parents or elder brothers and sisters, and peel the candy to them politely. I got candy paper and their praise, so I felt very happy. I put pieces of transparent candy paper in the book. After a period of time, I went to school and showed off to my classmates. Facing the sunshine, I placed a piece of candy paper flat and neatly in my palm. Slowly, the two sides of the candy paper were magically tilted, and the transparent corners reflected the luster of the sun. The gloss brightened the surprised eyes of a group of girls. They all did what they wanted, smiling. The happiness at that moment was deeply engraved in the girl’s heart. Now I think it is my initial collection, which belongs to the primary stage of collection. My collection career started from this. When I entered middle school, I got a stamp with an incomplete corner by chance. The pattern of the stamp is Meiyuan with a face value of 8 points. Rich patterns, fine lines and complicated colors. A small stamp is so rich in content and beautiful in pattern. I was attracted at once. It happened that the Youth Daily subscribed at that time often introduced the knowledge of stamp collection. At this time, my newspaper clippings were revealed. I cut down those introductions one by one, and specially found a notebook to paste. The value of a piece of red in the motherland, the appearance of the Dragon stamp, the origin of the first stamp, the shape of the triangle stamp and so on are all known through newspaper clipping. Unfortunately, this newspaper clippings was lost later. The communication mode in 1980 s mainly relied on letters. Therefore, it is very convenient to collect stamps. I found out all the old envelopes at home, cut off all the stamps with my parents’ consent, and soaked them in pots filled with water one by one. After a while, gently wash away the glue on the back one by one, carefully clip it out with pliers, spread it on the newspaper office, absorb water and dry it. When the stamps are dry, put them into the stamp album one by one. Stamp Collection books and pliers are all bought with pocket money. After searching for the envelope at home, it wrapped around my brother and sister and asked them to ask their classmates for it. My father went on a business trip and went abroad. He wanted nothing but stamps. As a result, my father sent letters to his home one by one. Without words, he had to send a letter home in a few words. As a result, there are more foreign stamps in hand than domestic ones. At that time, there were also many people collecting stamps. I remembered that I once ran to the front door of the post office. Many people are there, watching, buying and selling. I also got along with it, pretending to be an old stamp collector, listening, watching, walking, taking the opportunity to learn a lot of knowledge about authentication and collecting stamps. So on. I also bought a zodiac stamp. Two months ago, the Post Office was torn down. A few days ago, I passed there, facing the ruins, and paid tribute for a minute. I was busy with this career happily, which lasted for the whole middle school era. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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