The first half of The Shadow Man's Story tells that when I was three years old, my mother walked out of the house with a red candle. In the swaying of warm orange candles, she sang interesting nursery rhymes and performed a beautiful shadow play for me through a thin window paper. It is said that most people's memories of childhood can be traced back to two or three years old. Perhaps this shadow man's memory is the warmest and most unforgettable part of my vague memory of childhood.
Whether it's the little felt hat worn by the shadow, the silhouette of shadow people that is clearly visible so far, or the ballad that my mother sang that has been lingering in my mind, it is deeply reflected in my mind when my mother keeps breathing, warming her hands and rubbing her cheeks.
Attention.
The "I" in this article, shadow people carved by my mother with red candles and plain paper when I was a child, accompanied by interesting songs, brought me warmth and happiness when I was sick. Since then, this little toy shadow figure and that humble red candle have become the most precious toys in my childhood.
But when "I" grew up, with electric lights and better material conditions, the shadow man was forgotten by "I" and the red candle was abandoned to the bottom of the box.
Although the red candle was rekindled because of the power failure, I met the shadow man, but I didn't have the surprise of my childhood. I have a sense of loss.