In the first two years of my birth, cross-strait contacts resumed.
My mom went to the bent uncle and sent her a Swiss watch as a gift.
That watch was said to be expensive.
I lived with my grandmother after I was born, and when I came home from kindergarten, one day, I saw the watch box under my mother's dresser cabinet and took it out to play.
I accidentally fell down while playing, and I lived in the township at that time, and the concrete floor was very hard, and there was a crackling sound.
I don't know if it broke or not, but at that time the child didn't understand, so I picked it up and looked at it, and I didn't know if the pointer could still walk.
At that time, I had just returned to my home from my grandmother's house, and my parents were very busy with work, and the whole home was a stranger to me.
In addition, my mother was very strict with my sister's education, unlike in my grandmother's house, I was pampered and I was left to everything, I was scared for a moment, and then I made a bold decision, I walked out with the watch and threw it into the river.
Later, my mom searched everywhere for this watch, but she couldn't find it.
I thought I lost it! I thought I was misremembering, misplaced!
It was a pity that it was a gift from my uncle, which was very expensive, and I lost it.
I felt so guilty that I couldn't admit that I had fallen and thrown it.
I thought I would keep this secret and wouldn't tell it.
A few years ago, my mother mentioned the uncle of the bend, I couldn't bear the condemnation in my heart, admitting that the watch was thrown away by me, my mother was stunned for a moment, and smiled and said that she had forgotten about the watch.
Didn't pursue it, just a little regret.
Now I feel guilty every time I think about it, because I don't know if I broke it or not, but the nervousness and fear of that moment overcame everything and threw it into the river.
What I feel guilty about now is that the watch was my mother's uncle's love for my mother, and my grandmother's family was very poor back then, so it should be the most expensive "dowry" gift for my mother when she got married.
After graduating from Peking University, my mother's uncle joined the pen, but then there was no news, and everyone thought he was dead.
After the resumption of cross-strait exchanges, he immediately sent a letter to his family, learned that everything was fine at home, and sent gifts to my mother, brothers and sisters.
My mother's gift was a watch.
When I was about six or seven years old, my mother's uncle came back from Wanwan to visit his family.
All his relatives came out to greet him, and he came to the village, and from the moment he stepped on the village land, he fell to his knees.
At that time, I was very young, and I didn't understand, and I didn't understand why I cried on the day of "eating big feasts".
Because in order to welcome him back, it was as lively as a big banquet, and everyone in the village came to the courtyard of my mother's grandmother's house, cooking vegetables and setting the table, and was full of joy.
My mother's grandma kept crying, crying, and my grandma kept crying.
Everyone was crying, but we kids were excited to eat the chocolate candy he brought.
I remember that he was a kind and clean old man (in fact, he was not very old at that time), hugged me and gave me candy to eat.
When I saw my mom and my siblings, I said that it was so good, you have all grown up!
It was the first time he had met my mom and their juniors.
After several days at home, he went back filled a bottle of soil, brought two bottles of wine from his hometown, and pickled vegetables from home.
But on the day of departure, he said that he was probably not allowed to bring it on the plane, so it was better to leave the wine and put down the jar of soil.
I was standing at the door with other kids watching him pack his luggage, and we had a great time eating the candy and cookies he brought. I don't understand why he is sad, because when I was young, I only heard that he was very rich, lived a good life, and enjoyed happiness, so why should he cry.
But he went barefoot to look at the wheat in the field, watered the wheat with the villagers, and said that he wanted to stay, and every time he spoke, he wept.
He took the wine, pickles, and the soil in the jar in his hand, and said that he should either bring it or put it down. Just tangled.
When I was loading my luggage, I put it in and took it out, and I suddenly cried bitterly, and finally I took it out. said that someone came back to visit relatives before him, and he was not allowed to bring wine and some souvenirs when he flew from HK, and said that his comrades-in-arms' two bottles of wine were left alone at the airport, and he couldn't bear to throw his hometown wine and pickles at the airport like that.
In the end, I only put a handful of dirt in my pocket and went back.
I suddenly remembered now, he put it down and took it out, repeating it several times, and what he was entangled with was not soil and wine, but nostalgia for his hometown, which could be delayed for a moment.
Just like when we were young, we left home to study, but we left home to study and there was a day to return, and he said at that time that he didn't know if he could come back in this life.
Sure enough, that time, he never came back.
If I could travel back in time to when I was a kid, I wouldn't have touched my mother's dresser, I wouldn't have touched that watch.
When I was in elementary school, I learned from the textbooks that the beautiful treasure island bends, Sun Moon Lake, Alishan, and I will have different emotions flowing in my heart. Because knowing that there are relatives there, it is as if it is not a simple depiction in a textbook, but a flesh-and-blood involvement.
I think of the watch I threw in the river, and repeatedly packed my belongings to relieve the grieving old man.
Sad, sad!
Hopefully unified. 