Qingwei 丨 A tiger head lamp

A tiger head lamp

Text/Ding Congying

Time can take away a good face, can take away a light posture, but it can't take away the memories engraved in the bones.

At the end of another year, every household is busy: cleaning, hoarding New Year goods, buying new clothes... That day, when I saw my sister cleaning, I turned over a tiger head lamp. The two-year-old nephew put down the toy in his hand, ran over, picked it up, and asked, "Mom, what is this?" The sister wiped the dust with a rag and said, "Baby, this is a lamp, and lo and behold, it's broken." After saying that, my nephew took the tiger head lamp in his hand, ran to me, shook the tiger head lamp, and said, "Little aunt, do you look beautiful?" "I carefully examined this tiger head lamp, and time seemed to go back in time...

When I was a child, I was raised by my mother, and my grandfather did not come to see me often because of his age. This also made my relationship with my grandfather very different. Words like "intergenerational relatives" don't seem to be reflected in me. At the end of that year, Grandpa rushed to the New Year's Fair and came to my house with a large bag and a small bag. As soon as he entered the door, Grandpa said: "Ying'er, Grandpa went to catch the New Year's Market today, saw this tiger head lamp, and bought it for you. With that, he opened the bag with his cold red hand and carefully took out the tiger head lamp for me. I looked at the tiger's head on the tiger's head lamp, it was so exquisite, the lamp was dotted with tassels, dancing with the wind, turning on the light switch, this tiger head lamp would not only light up, but also sing. I loved it so much that I always loved it. When Grandpa saw the smile on my face, he smiled contentedly. I've always thought of the tiger head lamp my grandfather gave me as my favorite toy. For me, this tiger head lamp is not just a toy, but more importantly, this tiger head lamp was given to me by my grandfather. A few more years later, Grandpa died. That night, my tiger head light was no longer on, and I was probably sad about my grandfather's departure. Later, I was afraid that my mother would see that the tiger head lamp would touch the scene again, so I cut love and put away the tiger head lamp...

"Auntie, aunt." My nephew took my hand. I just came back to God and said, "Beautiful, this lamp is beautiful." I asked my sister, "How did this tiger head lamp come to be in your house?" "My sister told me that when my mother cleaned the room, she found it, and the child liked it, and my mother gave it to the child." I turned my head to look at my two-year-old nephew, holding the tiger head lamp that my grandfather bought, and I couldn't help but sigh. No matter how tarnished this tiger head lamp, it carries the emotions of generations.

Time will take away a lot of things, and what can't be taken away is still the memory in the bones...

About author:Ding Congying, female, member of the Boshan District Writers Association, an active member of the Party. I like to use simple words to tell the warmth of life.

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