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Friends often laugh at me, saying that my home is equivalent to the "castle" in Kafka's book, it is easy not to invite people to go, but it can be said that no one will ever be allowed to enter, summing up a sentence: "Well managed." ”
Whenever I hear this, I always laugh and say, "Oh, there is no bowl for you to eat!" ”
Once, when the house on Minsheng East Road was moved to the home where I am now settled, the mover said to me, "Miss, why are you so many bowls?" Just one person. Fang Cai found that there were too many dishes and plates, and if the guests were willing to eat with such coarse bowls, there was no problem at all in inviting more than a dozen or twenty people.
Strangely enough, these things have always been regarded as treasures, but they have ignored their practical value. This is too stupid and unnatural.
Later, in home life, I began to use this old bowl to pack vegetables and make them, and every time I used them, I would say to myself: "It's a luxury." "That kind of bowl, it is best not to put white rice, add some sweet potato sticks to cook to serve, may be more idyllic flavor."
On a winter night, thinking of the meat soup noodle line on the stall, I held this big bowl in the middle of the night, wore a pair of wooden sandals, stepped out of the whole quiet alley of Kaka, kaka echo, and ran to the night market far away to buy noodles. When I handed this big flower bowl to the lady boss, she smiled and said, "Oh! Miss, my bowl made by Paulilong has no bacteria, your ancient bowl, it seems to be afraid of dead people. ”
I held the steaming bowl of noodles and walked all the way back to Kaka, Kaka. That alley, because of the addition of this only sound of dragging boards, but also more of its silence.
The large blue flower bowl in the upper left of the photo was found in a freshwater pot and bowl shop. The shop was furnished in great style, from the inside out, filled with all kinds of food utensils - all modern. Fortunately, the hostess was very kind, also had a cultural level, and the communication was fast and crisp. She, crouching under the cupboard, struggled to turn it over for me, and turned over a dozen of the same old bowls. It is not accurate to say that it is the same, at that time, those flowers were hand-painted, seemingly the same, in fact, in detail, none of them were the same. It is also because of these dozen old bowls that I and this family have become friends, and every time I go to Freshwater, I must go to say hello and greet before leaving.
Interestingly, one year when I returned to China, I ran to Tainan Xinying to see a friend, and my friend asked me what scenery I wanted to see, and I said - to see the oldest pot and bowl shop, the scenery is not necessary.
The flat plate in the lower right appeared under the search of friends and me in the old store of the new camp. Not one, but a stack.
Back in Taipei, put these two sets of masonry together, and suddenly found that they can be said to be a seamless set.
Once in a while, a girlfriend came to my house for an interview, and I put this bowl full of ice cubes and asked her to add ice to black tea. This girlfriend, seeing the bowl, greatly envied me, and before leaving, she said: "If I get married, I don't have to give any gifts, just give me this set of bowls and plates." At that time, the love friend was very eager, and I hoped that she would soon find a home, so I said: "Then you go to carry it out!" When you get married, you send it. ”
Since then, every time I called this friend, I always asked her if she had any good news. The friend said, "Hey! I'm not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry for? ”
Where am I in a hurry for someone else's wedding? The worry is that once the girlfriend finds the meal ticket, the bowl will have to be sent to her immediately!
About author:Sanmao (March 26, 1943 – January 4, 1991), real name Chen Ping, originally from Dinghai District, Zhoushan City, Zhejiang Province, was born in Huangjueya, Nan'an District, Chongqing, and was a contemporary female writer and traveler in Taiwan. In 1967, he traveled to Spain, Germany, and the United States, and created a collection of essays, "The Rainy Season Never Comes Again". In 1973, he settled in the Spanish Sahara Desert and subsequently married Jose. In February 1976, he moved to the Canary Islands, and in May, he published his first collection of essays, The Story of the Sahara, about the couple's life experience in the desert. From 1977 to 1979, he published "The Weeping Camel", "Scarecrow's Handwriting", "Gentle Night" and other prose collections. In 1980, Jose returned to Taiwan after his unexpected death. In 1981, he published a collection of essays, "How Much Do You Know About Flowers in Your Dreams", expressing his longing for his husband. In 1982, a collection of essays based on travel experiences in Central and South America, "Walking Through a Thousand Rivers and a Thousand Mountains", was published. In 1987, she published a collection of essays, My Baby, showing some of her collection of objects. In 1990, her first Chinese screenplay and her last work, Rolling Red Dust, was published. On January 4, 1991, he died at the age of 47 at the Veterans General Hospital in Taiwan.
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