Red Painted Wooden Box

The rain in the world is best at sealing the old years. The wind of 1983 swept over the mountains and seas, leaving a twenty-four-year-old spring day in the humid mountain city forever. She rushed into the crowd with a simple and innocent look, but she never expected that the rest of her life would be rushed, the years would be misaligned, and she would end up lonely. Some people have been running around for half their lives, winning all the ups and downs in the world, only to miss one goodbye. Some people keep silent all their lives, guarding the end of the years, but they can't cover up a period of deep sorrow. All the grievances that no one hears, the ending that no one bids farewell to, the tenderness that no one understands, Finally, they all sank into a dark red lacquered wooden box. The lacquer box hides the spring and the old year seals the dust. Inside is her short and scattered life, the silence that two generations dare not touch, and the regret that time has not come to fruition. Later, the plum rain fell every year, and the sky cleared every year. After twenty years, someone reopened the old spring that had been tampered with, buried, and sealed with tenderness. She opened the old box, caught the remaining spring, understood the debt, and forgave fate. Purpose: Look back at the joys and sorrows of family in the times, examine the original bonds, and learn to reconcile with the pain of the past.