佚名/Anonyo
Theysteriogoldenboxwastiedwithcrisonribbonandsatuponashelfabovethesideboardthedgroo.
Durgyhairtogetacloserlook,butwouldouchitforfearIwouldspoilsothgspecial.
WhenIwasgrownandoffonyown,theoryofthatboxfaded.However,Iwouldehotovisitahatsalltreasuresittgitsualpdtheysterywouldealiveaga.
Isoonarriedandhadchildrenofyown.Buteachtiwewouldvisityparents’ho,Iwouldspotthatgoldentreasureandwonderwhatstorywasheldwith.Manyyearspassedasthatboxositwithitsysterios,undisturbed.
Thetragiclossofyfatherhappenedonesprgday.Ourfriendsandfailygatheredtoournthelossofthebiggestheroylife.Hewastheohoughtwouldneverdie.
Afteryfather’sfuneral,Ifoundyothertheirroo—onthebedtheyhadsharedforsoanyyears,holdgthattreasuredboxherdelicatehands.Withtearshereyesandalifetioforiesherheart,shecarefullyuheribbonandopehatgoldentreasure.
Onayellowedpieceofpaperwerewrittenthesewords:
MyLove,Igofaraway.
Ihavetogo.
Iotstay.
Myloveforyou
Iwillholddear,
UntilthattiIholdyounear.
SoIask,Darlg,waitfor
WhileIafaracrossthesea.
’TilIreturn,Dear,jtknowthis
Ileavethisboxsealedwithakiss.
AllMyLove,
Frank
Thenyothertoldthisstory:Myparentsthighschoolwhentheirbestfriendssettheuponablddate.Asyparent’sfriendshipgrew,theirlovealsogrew.Theyhadpnnedassoonastheygraduatedfrohighschoolbut“UncleSa”hadotherideas.
Beforeyfatherwentofftowar,hewrotethosewordsandpcedthethatgoldenboxandtieditwiththecrisonribbonasatokenofhiseverstgloveforyother.Heaskedthatsheopentheboxonlyifsheknewhewouldnotbegho.
Asthoseonthspassed,theirlove,faithandprayerstaedthethroughthatdiffieoftheirloveaiondurgthathardtitheirlives.
Afteryfatherpassedaway,Isawyotherslowlydecle.Shehadlostthezestforlifeshe’doncehadwhenyfatherwasalive.Iknewshewasdygofabrokebecaehertrueloveneverreturned.
Soon,Ifoundyselfyoldfailyhoholdgthatgoldenbox.Butsteadofacrisonribbon,itwasnowtiedwithabeone.Andwiththatberibbonotherystery.
AsIuheribbonIthoughtofallthosewonderfulyearsyparentsandIhadshared.Theyhadgivenalifetiofloveandcarg,andIknewIwouldfeelthatlovefortherestofylife.WhenIliftedthelidandlookedside,Ifoundthatyellowedpaperpcedtheresoanyyearsagoandanewpagewrittenyother’sownhand.Itread:
MyDearSon,
ThefirsttiIheldyou,yprecioboy,
Myheartwasfilledwithsouchjoy.
AsIwatchedyougrowfroaboytoaan,
HowthankfulIaandIknowit’ssotrue,
You’reawonderfulsonandI’llalwaysloveyou.
Mo
餐具柜的架子上，摆放着一个神秘的金黄色盒子，上面系着一条深红色丝带。童年时的我，常常好奇于这个盒子的来历以及它为何从未被打开过。有时，我会看见父母望着那个金黄色的盒子微笑。有时，我会爬到椅子上，这样就可以近距离看它，但我从未触摸过它，因为我害怕损坏了这件特别的物品。
当我长大后开始独立生活时，对那个盒子的记忆慢慢淡却了。然而，每次回家探望父母时，我都会望一下依然摆放在那里的那件小珍藏，那种神秘感再一次浮现。
不久，我结婚了，并有了自己的孩子。但是每次回家探望父母，我都会看一下那个金黄色的珍藏，想知道其中的故事。多年过去了，盒子和它的神秘内容依然摆放在那里，很安静。
父亲在春季的一天辞世了，这种悲痛始终伴随着我们。朋友和亲人们都前来哀悼这位我生命中最伟大的英雄。我一直认为他是不会离开我的。
父亲的葬礼之后，我在他们的卧室找到了母亲，她在那张他们分享了许多年的**，用纤细的手捧着那个珍藏的盒子。泪水盈眶，心中的往事浮现，她小心翼翼地解开丝带，打开了那件金黄色的珍藏。