Zong Pu rusty iron clock had better have an article to explain! ! ! ! ! ! !

Zong Pu

Autumn suddenly came, starting with the first flower of Hosta. The chubby white stick seems to be beating something, but it just blooms quietly, emitting a refreshing fragrance. This is the fragrance of autumn, clear and rich.

Originally, you didn't need to make a sound with a Hosta stick, but there was the same sound in the garden. That is the belief of the whole garden, like a bell, hanging on the branches and leaves in the middle of the arched door made of gold and silver vines. This wind chime is very old, made of iron and engraved with wonderful patterns. The small hammer in the clock is very light and hung by a thin chain. When the wind blows, it swings and makes a dull hoarse sound. Spring is accompanied by cuckoo's distant calls, and summer relieves the annoying and persistent cicada calls. Crickets only stop when the wind chimes ring in autumn night. Little sparrows twittered in the winter sun, cocked their heads and pecked at wind chimes. The wind chimes rang as if to remind the sleeping plants that they were still alive.

"Iron bells!" Children call it that. They run to the door made of gold, silver and rattan, and always reach out and fiddle with it. Mianji, the thinnest of the children, often stands near the rattan door and studies it. The wind chimes were brought back by Mianer's father from a distant country. It can be seen from his eyes full of question marks that he thinks the bell is mysterious.

The dull hoarse voice of the wind chimes is like a charming contralto and a long sigh.

Mianer often dreams of her father who is always away from home. Mianer dreamed that she was sitting on the hammer of an iron bell, holding a thin chain and swinging like a swing. The whole clock shakes over and over again, shaking high! He crossed an arc like a meteor and landed on his father's desk. All kinds of books and drawings blocked him like a high wall, and he could see nothing. Dad may have gone to the lab. Dad said his desk was far enough, and his laboratory was farther away, in the desert. The desert is great.

"Dad!" Shouted the face. His shouts fell in the garden and woke up many plants. A small wooden stick-like Hosta stick opened a few flowers in surprise. Wei Zi suspiciously shook clusters of wrinkled little flower hats. Ma Yinghua didn't reply until morning. There are only a few pieces left in the cold of early autumn, and the edge of pink cheeks has turned yellow. Time is really running out.

"So there you are! Iron bell! " Mianer greeted her old friends as usual when she was at school. He stroked the clock gently, thinking it was tired. Rushing and diarrhea, full of tension and joy. All the flowers and trees listened attentively to * * *, and the garden was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. Face also stood still. The bell swayed bravely and desperately, and continued to sound like Hong Zhong. The sound stopped Mianer, who was a little scared.

"It uses itself too much." Wei Zi has seen the world.

It was a long time before Mianer walked to school. With his distant back, the wind chimes gradually stopped, his voice gradually sank, and finally turned into a sigh. Soon, the sigh disappeared, and the garden was filled with the clear and rich fragrance of Hosta.

Mianer came back from school and walked through the garden. The wind chimes are silent. The thin chain hanging with a small hammer is stiff, not swinging, but pulling by hand. Nothing happened. His own heart hangs like a small hammer banging.

He didn't know what happened, so he went to the desert with his mother. The endless desert is shining silver in the moonlight, and my father is lying in the bright light, smiling and silent.

Does he sing as heartily as that iron bell?

My face is so tired that I want to pull my father back on the bell. He remembered that it was simple. But the wind chimes only hang in the air, and the small hammer has no hammer. He stood on his father's desk, tiptoeing and pulling hard, without even moving the chain. The top of the clock is green and dense, revealing a piece of white light. This is a crack, and the top of the clock sticks together and rusts.

If you hang it under the porch to keep out the rain, if you often oil it, don't you?

"It's very old. One day. " Mother sighed and comforted Mianer.

The garden lost its voice and everyone was puzzled. Hosta flowers soon withered; Lagerstroemia indica's ruffled hat is gone; Fringed leaves are only sensitive to your slender leaves, and autumn rain slides on them.

The embroidered iron clock was taken down and sold to an antique dealer. Mianer hugged it for the last time, and big tears fell on the bell, slowly flowing down through green embroidery, cracks and long and short ripples.