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◎ San Mao's novel
Ghghok Editor San Mao's collected all over the great lakes included 86 stories and the origins of baby all beautiful photos.
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Introduction
I have many extraordinary collection, which the price can not be measured in monetary terms, also arrived in the number of the ordinary, but any one of the antique shops, but I do love them. ... ... This is so love with this group of baby Wyatt, it is because, when I become attached to them, when everything behind the origin, more or less one by hiding a different story. - San Mao
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Directory
Origin Cross Pin Pisces Old pin Necklace Lock Or locked Qiushuiyiren Just before dawn lights Lin sister skirt Pot Thirteen Sri Lanka lobster and Iraq at the end Miser The three remaining stone Mother Earth Cattle and sheep flocks Weaving Do not fight two-headed snake Flashing is not gold Twenty-nine stones Red is my Originally a pair of Halo hands Beloved Carved into the life of Silly Stone Wedding gift Clown cage Ding woman priest Honeymoon Mahjong Guangdong to the old teapot Afghans Hamin wife's necklace Plate of happiness Phoenician Aquarius Vicissitudes Bottle Calendar calendar hanging on the wall I respected you PEPA Valentine Dream Knight See you next life The first pottery First bedspread The first string of beads Rose The first necklace First-time students The first slave The first white horses The first _set_ of Encyclopedia State child soldiers doll Time, place Olive tree Seattle Winter Adam and Eve I want heart-shaped Indian doll See you again Eternal Love Passion of the Christ Thief, thief Washbasin Mino dog bowl Bootblack No boat ECHO Neighbors on canvas WINE Mother's heart Do not say goodbye to the hand Perfect Stop Your eyes Nostalgia Blood Ivory Come Drink With Me is not about Hua Tao Concert A handful of silver Drum chair Apan plate Let me tell you a story Bowl of rice paste First saw the cottage 's Trip to the cottage Highlighting Indian Hand Embroidery Darts Postscript
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Origin I have many extraordinary collection, which the price can not be measured in monetary terms, also arrived in the number of the ordinary, but any one of the antique shops, but I do love them. Perhaps the source of this love for the aesthetic appreciation, but also, perhaps, they come from different countries around the world, more likely, because some collections that some of my so-called enriched home life pleasant and comfortable. But all the reasons above, and can not cause my heart, the value of these things. Wyatt is so love with this group of baby, it is because, when I become attached to them, when everything behind the origin, more or less one by hiding a different story. Often, in the dead of night the night I'm watching the same yet different on the corner or shelf decoration, mind can think of is that each person have been in contact with the item. Because of the people's sake, life was only accepted these things, they are to become the mark of my life. Of course, real life is not possible only in an imprinting articles, but those carved into my thinking, behavior, temperament, and conversation in the past, and can not express it well, but it is not necessary to completely open to the world The. In the year before, for some old jewelry, I urge them to shoot down Wu Hongming. The original does not exist with any special purpose, in my mind at the time, those things because of fate came, eventually destined to do and other times, I will not be sad, because you can keep photos. Want to, pictures are eventually lost the day, I will not be more sad, after all - people, our empty, the empty go, everything we have on earth, are but fleeting. We can take away, leaving, in addition to love, there are what? However, very valuable and noble love, but also such a comparison, showing its unmatched forever. The batch of photos made into jewelry, each with its own history, the story behind, of course, is the most valuable people. I could not help but write a story of a jewelry and put them published in the "pretty" magazine, a total of seven consecutive period. Later, because there is no live in Taiwan, stopped writing. Previously, is to treasure the things to these categories published, but then the thought of his thoughts; to keep thinking about my daily life, I was not systematic, rules, and by the rules of the thought, it is impossible I also do not need this, because it is not is not. I like to have done in any one of a lively mind. For Tiannvsanhua this myth is the most favored - women, will take casual days have filled the air, she will not spend any intention to withdraw into a "life" character. This is not the day women can not, is not do so. So I put my kids, but also to mundane state of mind to deal with them, since each story is independent, everything has of its own time and space, then I do not bother to schedule them , where a photo to hand drawn, which go to write a story. After all, this is a story book, not a collection of books, a rigid schedule, it loses its share of unrestrained fun. Boring work, and my heart will not want to write, why should they force themselves to pen to paper yet. Unfortunately, previously published in the "smart" magazine on the number of ornaments and can not be in the "crown" on the reproduced. Some of those published, only to be expected when a book assembled, and the affinity of people met in the book. Cross It lay in a large flower enamel basin, covered with a lot of colored nylon beads and hairpins, the whole of the small stalls, in addition to the cross, the whole is modern products, turn to the old patterns and shape, and I stopped. Then it out in the early morning sun wondering for a while, because it is so beautiful, moved with a gentle, gently asked the Indian woman selling: "Is your personal stuff?" She nodded indifferently, and then grasping a small piece of rice to send to the mouth. The top of the cross, the place can be linked to the original wearing a thick hemp rope, as if someone has it on the wall look. "You hanging in the house?" I asked, the woman nodded. She said that a price can not say the public is not fair, it all depends on the buyer of a custom value in it. I have no counter-offer, the price will be paid out. "Then I took the go!" I said the woman, raised a glimmer of guilt heart, after all, has a religious significance that it is a thing, I bought it with money down, I felt sorry for the original owner. "I will give you a good save." I said, people do not reply to my stall, a good income of money, she will be that I dig a lot of loose beads and hand-paved, the next eagerly shouted Yi visitors come. That was in 1981 in the town of Rio Bamba, Ecuador plateau on the morning market. Pin The picture that the eagle king pins look and shape of color on the cross is a stone and iron to look like. In fact before my eyes when it is close to the plateau in Peru, "The Lost Secrets of the Past" Ma Qiu Qiu completed a small village near the. That place out side of the heavy rain while the sun, I started going for the look of a clay for Indian devout Catholic church, finished Mass, rain outside, hid muddy streets of a shop to buy a Coke drink, in that crowded toothpaste, soap, lace, towels and many matchbox glass cabinets lined with these pins, the size of this one as big as an ashtray, in particular, draw a crowd. Also an Indian boss, she asked to see me, took out a price, said casually, holding my hand pins, unhesitatingly gave her pay back the money in place, it was a game about forty-five minutes, both sides tired, the results do not remember how to buy the only thought of eating a total of three bargaining great corn on the cob. Is the only big move of the center pin, the results of the other three to have bought, it is interesting, of which three are based on the eagle as a marker and molded. However, the shape of each eagle is different, and only the second figure in the lower right is a hand, holding a bouquet of flowers, because it is not a hawk, in the bargain is when the boss refused because the size was reasonably small and less price. In fact, they can not be silver, but the people selling silver must be said, she did not notice the "time" on these folk valuable products, adhere to a silver. So, I will buy, be counted as a memorial trip to Peru. Pisces Slanting up the streets late at night through her stall with a candle in the wind steady. Cold weather, the terrain elevation of four thousand meters, always cold, especially at night. I stopped to buy a fried fish, fish Jianhao, on the newspaper below, the Indian woman is naturally the fish back into the pan to reheat within me. See the box that he was asleep on the floor of a doll, she could not bear for my little business to bother, to say the capital of La Paz, Bolivia was to be martial law, and I hurried to pay her, and said good to eat cold fish , fast selling and collecting stall I go back! Give me the woman is still fried, side of the pot side asked me, and I told her, she got a tight cloak tight, anxious to close the back booth baby, in time, I found her body, chest, shaking with two silver fish, a swaying, as if shining in the general swimming. I could not help but reach out and touch the first touch. "You Mai Bumai this fish?" Asked the first blush of their own. The woman froze a moment, afraid that I go back like a hastily said: "sell, sell!" Well, I'm a nuisance, others use a small poverty. We both could not say how much is this pair of silver fish that money go, facing a smile, very embarrassed, and finally I said, price, and asked her enough, she quickly nodded afraid I have to go back, eager to whitebait from himself to win. Fish down, the night winds, blew off the cloak she did not pin. "I still have the old stuff." She said, the next day I went to the streets to find her, I went the following night, she gave me the following two pictures of red stone earrings, which I made an offer, she Meng nodded. Won her belongings, there is a moment my heart is not safe, the earrings with a handkerchief another solution, the solution of another package. For several years, this woman's figure and her stall, as well as the baby, my heart has been mixed with a guilty conscience can not recede. I think back to La Paz a few years if I want these things back to the woman, after all, this is her favorite. ... ... Extract and illustrations Publisher: Harbin Institute of Technology Press Publication Date: August 2004 ISBN: 780639909 Pages: 312 Folio: 64 open packaging She slowly count the treasure of her life. Her short life, but ordinary people seem to have spent several lifetimes of energy. To almost the entire planet, fall in love with a poor, war-torn areas. Sanmao who have a kinds of attractive, she does not speak, do not do anything, just stand there, you will not be hard to attract her. Really, I first saw San Mao's picture book, she casually sit on the curb of the stone steps, scattered with hair does not look into the camera, his face no makeup, no face, but I can not not be attracted her. In read her text, and no way to escape.