During Chinese New Year, my daughter went to buy a small box of her beloved imported frozen cake. Because it is her "private room dim sum", she cherishes it very much. She only cuts a small piece to enjoy it every day, but she finally finished eating it until the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month. Under the twilight light, she looked at the empty box and said fondly, "What should I do with this box?" I walked over and worried with her. The box was still beautiful, made of shiny metal sheets. But this kind of thing is not currently recycled, and the cake has been eaten... "Lost it!" I said resolutely. "Lost things" doesn't happen often in our family, because we can't help but cherish things. "The box that used to hold such delicious cakes!" The daughter continued to lick the box where Yu Fang was still with her eyes, like a kitten's tongue. "I lost the boxes that contained better things!" I said, sad and angry, "Isn't the body that contained all the geniuses of Shakespeare lost? Wilde, Samuel , Beckett, what about those bodies that have been fitted with Li He, Su Dongpo, and Tai Jingnong? It’s not like throwing a box away! What’s the point of throwing a box? As soon as the time comes, all boxes have to be thrown away !"

That night, the whole city was lit up, it was a festival day! I say something inauspicious - but isn't that what life is all about? It used to be an amazing fragrance and sweetness, it used to be in a gorgeous box, it used to be so lovable, it used to be admired, it used to be contemptuous of its peers, it used to be self-sufficient... and finally it was a lifetime, good at dancing, dancing low. The bright moon in the heart of Yangliulou; those who are good at fighting, walk through the deserted grass and smoke of the battlefield; those who are good at poetry, disturb the ghosts and spirits of mountains and rivers; those who are good at gathering people have golden pearls and jade in their hands... As for their own flesh, they are destined to be A box thrown into the loess. "

When the garbage truck comes tonight, remember to throw it away," I said softly to my daughter, "It's enough to hold such a delicious cake. "