Incomplete

In our life, there are always some incomplete objects for various reasons. Maybe they are lying quietly in a corner that is often forgotten, like static notes, stay in the empty sky, pecking our hearts. I have a delicate cardboard box, in which there is a watch without lid, a purple sand teapot without lid, a carefully repaired hand-painted lady picture, and a letter paper made up by transparent glue, A withered flower every time I touch them gently, time becomes thick and slow; Every time I stare at them, I can see a drop of glittering tears, hearing a helpless sigh. Those stories sealed up by the years became fresh again. That block without a lid of the watch is father’s possessions, is positive and eight by the Swiss watch, night light, is said to my cousin 19 1970s early from the Army when brought back, somehow I wore it on my father’s wrist. This valuable watch and my father’s 26-lap Phoenix bicycle were undoubtedly luxuries of that era. For this reason, several primary school teachers who didn’t know the truth mistakenly thought that my parents had great power and quietly asked my parents to help me buy it. At that time, I often folded my watch from my father’s wrist and hid in the dark bed. While appreciating the pale yellow light and the sound of tipping like the sounds of nature, I imagined that one day, I can have this magical watch that can shine. This wish came true in the autumn when I was 17 years old, when my father had left me for five years because of illness. That night, my mother solemnly wore this watch left by my father on my wrist which was going to the barracks the next morning. At that moment, I understood that this was not only the inheritance of my father, but also a ceremony during my growing up. It marked that from that moment on, as the eldest son of the family who was favored most by my parents, I will replace my father to bear all the responsibilities and obligations of the family, even the sufferings and hardships. It was a pity that I didn’t know how to cherish it when I was young. I accidentally cut the surface during a troop construction, and soon the watch needle stopped moving. Although in the later more than ten years, I took the opportunity of business trip to Swiss watch shops in big cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Chengdu and so on to repair, but because of the old style, all the Masters said they could do nothing. Therefore, this watch left by my father was collected by me forever as a souvenir. And that carefully repaired hand-painted lady picture was a gift from my sister. At that time, I was still a junior two student who blushed in front of girls. I worshiped under my master to learn traditional Chinese painting. My junior sister was two years younger than me, beautiful, lovely and lively, every time when I was in class, I would go out together and go home together after school. Once, my sister came to my home to learn skills. I painted a picture of eagle spreading wings and gave it to my sister, while my sister drew a picture of ancient ladies and gave it to me. Time is like water, but even a tiny splash does not splash. Over thirty years have passed, the lovely and beautiful little sister has already lost her sight, and that picture of Lady can only quietly wave the old and yellow thoughts. Although it has been worn out for a long time, it records the innocence and hazy feelings of young people. And that small and exquisite carved purple sand teapot. It once witnessed the special friendship in a special period of time. From the very beginning, I was reluctant to use it and kept it in the bookcase as a precious handicraft. When you are free, hold it in your hand and play with it. However, when I was sorting out books, I accidentally knocked over the cover with exquisite patterns on the ground. At the moment when the cover hit the ground and made a sharp sound, I was shocked at a sudden. I immediately realized that a beloved thing had become incomplete since then, just like that story, and the ending had disappeared since then. The branches with broken flowers will still leave a burst of fragrance. The reason why those incomplete objects are reluctant to discard is that there are too many stories behind them that cannot be relieved. It is like an indispensable part of our body. If we lose it, we will lose the witness of some important moments in our life. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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