Text | Yang Aiwu
When I reached middle age, I was obsessed with gems. I hope that one day, a star-studded diamond will be lightly placed on my slender fingers, or a string of spirited gems will wrap around my still slender wrists and embellish the best years of my life. Although I am no longer young, although the former style has long been lost in the grind of life, in the ordinary years of the husband and daughter, I still deeply believe that in the days to come, I will have the same beautiful feelings.
I hope that the jewel can accompany me through one happy or sad day after another, accompany me through the bright or bleak times of my life, like my heart, become rounded and plump in a series of polishes; I hope that the gem that belongs to me can accompany me to read the prosperity of life, the vicissitudes of the world, to exist in a wonderful story because of my companionship, and to become full and deep in the experience of the years.
Because of this obsession, many times, when passing the jewelry store, I will stop and stare, and the pearlescent treasure that is full of vitality makes me appreciate her reservedness, honor, and manners, and also experience her coldness, loneliness and loneliness.
In my mind, women without diamonds are monotonous and plain; women with diamonds are rich and wonderful. Because diamonds are often entangled with love, entangled with unforgettable promises, entangled with memories of joy and sorrow. I'm used to my own plainness. But I still hope that there is a beautiful diamond that belongs to me, reflecting my beauty and enthusiasm.
That day, I made an appointment with Swallow to accompany me to a jewelry store.
I carefully looked at the diamonds in front of me, some of them were pure, some were noble, some showed the value of treasure, and some seemed random but inadvertently left a full aftertaste... These special things that are worth a hundred times the value of ah, once, are just ordinary stones, because the eyes of the eye found, because of the meticulous craftsmanship, because of the profound connotation given by the years they themselves carry, now, they are like the daughters of the bridesmaids, with deep expectations, quietly waiting here, waiting for the person who is related to themselves, holding hands together through the life of wind and rain.
Gems are like women!
I lingered among the gems, my eyes caressing the gems, my heart soft, soft, like the smooth silk satin with the gems embedded in them. I didn't find a style that suited me, and in the end, I was undecided between the two star-studded garnets. I like the string of large beaded garnets, she makes my wrists full of style, but the swallow says that the benzene is a little clumsy; the string of small, but it is much more exquisite, and I feel far from my temperament.
The boss duly walked over, "Or you book." "When will it be ready to be picked up?" "It's hard to say, if it happens, maybe this month; if it doesn't happen, it may have to wait a long time."
Because of this uncertainty, I readily agreed to the booking.
I began to live in waiting, waiting for the stone that was related to me...
About the author: Yang Aiwu, pen name Ami. He is a member of the Peasants' and Workers' Democratic Party, a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Society, a member of the Provincial Youth Writers Association, an executive vice chairman of the Municipal Youth Writers Association, and a columnist of Zibo Evening News. The articles have been scattered in newspapers and periodicals inside and outside the province such as Zibo Financial and Economic News, Ten Years of Literary Scene, Zibo Sound Screen Newspaper, Qingdao Morning Post, Beijing Youth Daily, China Discipline Inspection and Supervision Daily, Shandong Pictorial, Rural Public, etc. Over the years, I like to wander in famous works, record my life in words, and continue to practice in writing, hoping to gradually perfect myself.
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