When my father was a child, there was no such beautiful crystal ball. In the eyes of all boys who like to play, marbles are more precious than gold, silver and jewelry.
Dad is a master of games, and marbles naturally change from less to more. His favorite is purple marbles, evenly distributed in glass beads, with many white spots on them, full of mystery of the starry sky.
When my father was a child, he often called friends on summer nights and spread a big mat on the lawn outside the village. Everyone took turns holding marbles and watching the stars once. Both girls and boys will admire: "How beautiful!" Dad is very proud, after all, the origin of that marble is not small. Because it was given to him by his uncle when he was over a hundred days old, many children wanted to exchange marbles with him, but he refused.
Once, however, an accident happened, and dad's marbles rolled into the pond with a bang. Dad wants to tie a plastic bag with branches and fish out the marbles, but the pond is dark. Where can there be marbles? Dad cried all night and even muttered to himself when he slept: "Pinball, don't run, wait for me!" " "
In winter, dad still can't forget it. Once, he went skating with his friends and met uncle Wang, a fisherman. It turns out that Uncle Wang bought a marble online the other day when he was digging for ice and fishing. Feeling good, I asked his grandson, whose is this? Uncle Wang's little grandson is his father's good friend. He recognized it as his father's marble at a glance, so his father's marble was found back. Dad was happy for a long time, dancing and cherishing his marbles more. He put it in a mahogany box, and all the people who want to see the marble are his most trusted friends.
This is my father's favorite marble and his favorite toy. Dad likes marbles very much and will never lose them rashly again.