This is a pair of soft women's sheepskin gloves.
It is pure black, and there are five raised wavy lines between the five fingers on the back of the hand, which is about one millimeter higher than the back of the hand. Because of this raised wavy line, the whole pair of gloves immediately has a three-dimensional sense, adding a little elegance.
It is this glove that accompanied me from Saibei to Lingnan for twenty years. It is more important to me than a pair of gloves. This is a responsibility and a love. A kind of pay, a kind of return.
Twenty years ago, I was about to leave my hometown and settle in the south. A group of classmates came to see me off, and the one who impressed me the most gave me this pair of gloves. I also laughed at him at that time: "Look, the teacher is going to the south, where there is no winter."
The student said, "teacher, you can wear it in spring and autumn." You can stay if you don't need it in the spring and autumn. When you see it, you will think of me. The teacher hopes that you will not forget me and us! " .
The sincere words of my classmates hit my heart hard. I know, this pair of gloves carries much more than the gloves themselves! I solemnly took it and felt the weight of gloves with good texture. I know, full of teacher-student feelings. So I can't love it too much.
And I was in Lingnan, and I experienced the winter in Lingnan. Although it doesn't have the biting cold wind in the north, it will make you have nowhere to hide when it gets cold. So every winter, I take out the gloves given by my students and wear them for a month, feeling close to my skin. Then I will oil it and maintain it, and then store it well. Save it for next winter.
However, just a few days ago, the weather suddenly turned warm. I don't wear gloves anymore.
Occasionally I think of gloves and say to myself, Oh, I left my gloves in the office drawer. After a busy day in the office, when I remembered, I opened the drawer and found my gloves. I thought, Oh, I left them at home. I shook my head and said to myself, how can I have such a memory? Really old. I don't think about it anymore
But after all, my heart is not practical, and I always feel uneasy, as if something is wrong.
The day before yesterday was Sunday, and I searched carefully at home. However, I looked everywhere. There is nothing in the shoe cabinet where I often put my gloves, and nothing in my backpack. So I went into the bedroom and rummaged through the cupboard, but there was still nothing. My heart is empty, and sitting on the sofa becomes dull.
The gentleman is puzzled: "What's the matter? What happened?
"I really seem to have lost my gloves."
"Not just a pair of gloves? As for being so driven out? Just buy another one? "
"You don't understand. Do you think you can buy anything? "
"In the office, look for it at work tomorrow."
This is the only way. Maybe I didn't look carefully that day. Let's talk about it tomorrow.
When I went to work the next day, the first thing I did was rummage through drawers and cabinets. I have looked everywhere, but I still can't find it. It seems that the picture that the students gave me that has been with me for 20 years is sheepskin gloves, and it is completely lost!
Second, the elderly stroke
There is a garden in my neighborhood. There is a terrace, a green belt and a lawn. There are nine tall palm trees scattered in the middle of the lawn, and low and elegant sundew, cycads and hibiscus are scattered around the palm trees. Some of these trees are unique to Lingnan, some are flowering, some are tall and straight, and some are elegant. For example, hibiscus trees bloom almost every month. When the flowers bloom, bright red and unique flowers are scattered among the green leaves of the tree, full of joy. I fell in love with it at first sight when I first came to Lingnan.
I remember in spring, at the foot of Wenbi Mountain, I once saw a butterfly landing on the newly blooming flower of the hibiscus tree. At that time, I was deeply attracted by such a beautiful woman, and I also made a song for it:
Butterflies do fly.
At the moment when Fusang bloomed.
flat
Reach the bright flower core
Fusang said: I am moved by your demeanor.
Butterfly said: I am heartbroken for your beauty.
The butterfly kissed Fusang deeply and put away the other wing.
Fusang holds the butterfly with the longest stamen.
They do their best for each other.
Butterflies become lighter.
Fusang is as red as fire.
They finally merged.
In my most beautiful moment
Deduct into a masterpiece:
Modern red and black
On this beautiful and euphemistic morning
In Jinzhong reservoir
They completed the perfect combination of spirit and flesh!
Nature praises it!
Qian Shan Wanshui Ensemble: The Voice of Nature.
Dreams are sweeter.
Love is so romantic.
Love is intoxicated by it.
Butterfly said:
Flower, you are my soul.
Fusang said:
Butterfly, you are my shape.
From then on, it was like a dream …
Hibiscus flowers are beautiful women, while palm trees are straight, straight, straight into the sky, and they are simply the men of trees. Solanum nigrum is elegant, and its leaves are as green as cattail leaves dancing with the wind. The leaves of Cycas are as scattered as the leaves of Solanum nigrum, but they are like green steel needles. If you walk in, you will be stabbed if you are not careful. The whole community is set off by these green plants, which is beautiful.
On the left side of the green belt is a Little Square paved with floor tiles, which used to be vacant. I often walk here and admire those flower trees. Recently, the community bought a batch of fitness equipment and put it on the open space, which is no longer clean, attracting many residents in the community to come here for fitness.
One of them had a stroke, and his right arm and right leg were the sequelae left by the stroke. She leaned against the ghost with her left hand, bent her right hand on her chest and dragged her right foot. Her hair is gray and short, probably when she is lying at home. Every time she comes out, her hair is messy. She is wearing a dark green sweater and a chemical fiber wool vest. Her eyes are small and her face is thin and wrinkled. There seem to be six in this old man. Originally, I admired her very much. She still insists on going out for a walk every day after her stroke. She has a strong will and a commendable spirit.
But one day, this impression was changed by her behavior.
I remember that day, I came to the garden after work at noon. The old man was already sitting on a fitness equipment with a seat on it for people to sit and reach out. The old man didn't go to the gazebo to sit, but just sat there occupying a seat. It happened that she brought some snacks and threw garbage, scraps of paper, peels, plastic bags and so on everywhere when eating. The old man is still spitting there. I really can't stand it, and it's not convenient to persuade the elderly. After all, she is ill. Originally, I liked to go home for a lunch break after each piece of equipment was finished. The old man was sitting on that equipment that day, so I bypassed her and garbage, made other equipment and left her. I hate her in my heart, at least this is an old man with no good habits.
One day, I took my Pomeranian Mike with me. When I was making equipment, Mike was playing among the flowers and plants. There are not many people in the garden. People in twos and threes are working out or making equipment. Mike is the only one who barks at the stroke old man. I don't want to hear how I quit drinking. I walked up to Mike. At this time, the old man raised his staff and made a gesture to Mike. Mike had run away when he saw it. I happened to see the eyes of the old man. What I see is a pair of fierce eyes. My heart can't help jumping. What a fierce old man!
For the next few days, she was like this. She sat on the equipment, eating snacks and throwing garbage. I bypassed her and garbage to make other equipment.
In this way, passers-by meet in the garden every day.
Third, get it back.
I completely lost my gloves.
When I got home, I couldn't help nagging: "Alas, how did I lose it?" .
Sometimes I sit on the sofa and meditate. Where did I put it? I don't remember anything.
Mr. Wang said, "If you lose it, you lose it. Buy another one. As for nagging every day? "
Suddenly one day, I thought, will it be left in the garden? Because of the sudden drop in temperature a few days ago, I used to wear gloves to exercise on the equipment. I remember that I was very distressed that my gloves were worn out by iron equipment. Yes, so I put my gloves on the stone pier next to me. Yes, this is the time. I forgot to take it when I left. So, I am 100% sure that I left my gloves in the community garden.
I have a vague feeling in my heart that the old man with stroke is here every day. Will she see who picked it up? However, I have no hope at all, but it is necessary to ask once.
So, when I finally got off work this morning, I hurried back to the community and walked into the garden. I really saw the old man. She didn't sit on the fitness equipment today. I restrained myself from asking her in a hurry, but finished the equipment one by one and pretended to pass by her as if nothing had happened. I said, "Hello, Auntie!"
She seemed a little surprised and turned to look at me. I saw her eyes were not so fierce. She said, "your coat".
Only then did I know that the old man could not speak clearly.
I patiently said to her, "Aunt, I left a black leather glove here the other day. Do you think someone picked it up? "
She gestured with her flexible left hand and said, "Hands, see?"
Just like thunder. I was so happy that I immediately asked, "Aunt, who did you see pick it up?"
"I think it's white, white and white."
My heart sank. He said disappointedly, "Aunt, the gloves I lost are black. No, it's like the color of your pants. Not white. " I pointed to the black trousers she was wearing.
"oh! It was dark and hot, and I, I picked it. " She patted her chest with her left hand.
I was so happy that I asked her eagerly, "You mean you found it? Right? "
She said, "Yes, yes, I found it. Now, in Gary, Gary." She tried to make a gesture. Seeing that I didn't quite understand, she raised her cane and pointed to the residential building.
I understood and said, "You found it. Just at your home? "
She nodded again and again, relieved that I understood what she meant. She went on to say, "I will give you lunch and love."
"In the afternoon? Bring it? " I think so. See her nod. I immediately said, "Aunt, don't worry, don't worry. I know it's good to find it. Wait until you think of it. " Thank you, aunt! Aunt, you don't know that these gloves were given to me by my students many years ago, so I cherish them. Great to find it now! Thank you very much "
She smiled. Eyes are no longer fierce, but two curved moons.
Suddenly I feel that the old man is actually beautiful!