The winter moon is near, and everything is hidden. When I went out in the morning, I saw the breakfast shop on the side of the street, and the thick fog was like a falling cloud, fluttering through the gaps in the branches, filling the cracks in the sky that the sun had cut through. The air in the north is cold and dry. The temperature with its domineering try to make us feel it, if you don't pay attention to apply less milk, ** will immediately expose its little temper. The branches and leaves on both sides of the road are not so lucky to be cared for, they can only be fully invaded by dry and cold, fragile, and directly broken when they encounter a little force.
In the autumn, I bought a new tea table, the table top seems to be a cross-section of a tree, the carbonized black table top is surrounded by annual rings one by one, and I can't see how old it is, and the natural cracks are small in it, one of which is particularly obvious, but I didn't care much about it at the time, and always thought: it should be fine.
Who knows, slowly, it actually quietly expanded on its own, and when I first noticed it, I thought it was my own illusion, and in the end, its appearance has reached the point where it cannot be ignored. Looking at it, I think it's a pity, I bought it back for the design of this table, who knew that it broke my expectations in such a way, I wanted to reduce my loss from the perspective of a consumer, but stroking its texture, those years rings, I actually felt that the value of my memory with it has far exceeded its own price.
Throw it away, reluctantly;Stay, not perfect. In a dilemma, we decided to repair the table with resin glue DIY ourselves, but it was far from as simple as we thought. At first, I didn't understand resin as a material, but I just filled in the gaps, and the resin flowed everywhere, and I failed three or four times over and over again. Maybe it gave up on itself, and I thought: try one last time, just once. Summing up the experience of failure, and carefully adjusting the proportions, who knew that it was this time, and finally saw the new appearance of this tea table.
In the afternoon, I used it to drink tea, took out the horizontal pot and put it on the Yunsong purple clay pot bearing, the teacup chose the blue and white intertwined branches of the four seasons flower pattern cup, and hit a beam of light at the bottom of the resin: in addition to the deep black of the table itself, the gap part presents an almost transparent color, like a river flowing down from a volcano, and like the Milky Way cutting through the night, showing thousands of stars. The blue and white of the pot and the teacup and the touch of blue on the table complement each other, which is very eye-catching. This kind of beauty, like a Midsummer Night's dream, is no longer incomplete, or perhaps it is precisely because of this so-called "incompleteness" that there is irreplaceable beauty.
We used the extra material to make a cover, and sealed a plant in it, as if the table would not be lonely. Holding the pattern cup, looking at the table in front of me, this encounter may be providence, it is my luck to have a difference, what if it is not perfect, everything has a crack, that is where the light comes in, even if there is no light, the crack is still a complete part of life.