My memory has never ceased to be haunted by the images of different materials.They are the proof of my
experiencing from childhood to adolensence.Part of them may disapper with the passage of time,and i believe
most part of them would be kept in my mind till i am going to old.
I remember the razor which my grandfather used to have my head shaved in my cry with his accessaries
pessing my head hardly.
I remember my baby doll with golden curly hair and virginal face which enchanted me since the moment i
entered an old couple's house with my parents.Graceful and charming as it is,a strong desire of
possession occupied in my mind.Thanks to my childish slipperiness and scheming that i never turned my eyes
off from it in order to make the old couple seeing that i want to have it.More surprising and exciting than what a 6-
year-old girl had expected,the understanding old couple gave the toll to me.From then on,it became the apple of
my eyes.When i lay it down,its eyes closed;when i spoke,my sounds were recorded.
After so many years,when i looking back my chidhood,these two things bring me a totally different taste,one
is felicity and fun with my families,the oher is the regret of robbing the expensive toy which should't had belong
to me.
The annual ring is the witness of the years gone by.However strong we are,sorrow is always hard to be
handled. In order to make the mind emancipated,we throw something that relates to our memory.That is the
best illustration of the relationship between memory and material.
But what terrible is after we thowing a material that has a emotional contact does nothing for heart's
relief.Actually it would be better to restore it or put it in an untouchable corner,one day when we find it by
accident,the meaning is no less than that of before.
What shall we leave for our old time?Memory fades away and finally becomes an empty shell.How about to
wake up the beauty of life and fulfill the memory with these priceless materials.
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