Perhaps many people don't know that the tea urn where we drank water in the 1980s had such a nice name-enamel.

Enamel is the most common material in daily use. At that time, we used enamel to drink water, wash our faces and even eat, which penetrated into all aspects of people's lives. I like this name very much. Very melodramatic, very beautiful. Just like the young people of our time, there is always a trace of literature and art in their bones, and they have that indomitable life. .

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Enamel witnessed the happiness and pain of youth growth in the 1980s. Yes, my story is hidden inside.

Young people in the 1980s were shy and ignorant. I was just old enough to get married at that time. In fact, I am not too old, but other girls in the village are getting married one after another, and my family is bent on finding me a good family as soon as possible. And I don't have time to think about these things. The happiest time every day is a wooden stool and a teapot, watching the sky in the yard.

In those days, an outsider came to the village. Because the village is very small, the words of the older generation reached my ears through the eight townships in the neighborhood. This foreigner named Han Mu was invited by the village to guide the growth of the fruit forest. I heard that he learned about animal husbandry. At that time, when I heard this name, I felt very cultured and didn't feel happy. But I haven't met him in person.

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? There is a hill on the left of our house. You can see it when you stand in the yard. One day, I saw a man on the mountain. On closer inspection, I don't belong to this village. I suddenly thought of the wooden culvert and stared at it. He stared at me, too, and I was shy. I quickly turned and ran into the house. The sight left a deep impression on me.

Maybe it was because of that scene that we got to know each other. Sometimes we will sit on the mountain and chat. From then on, one teapot became two, and of course one of them was his. He talked about his love and ambition, and I was a little ashamed because I never thought about these things. We said we were tired, so we picked up the teapot beside us and drank it down.

Yes, I think, at least he and I have one thing-teapot.

? Time passed unconsciously. Han Mu stayed for nearly a month and was about to leave. I have something hard to say in my heart. Before I left, I gave him my tea urn. I think this is the only thing he and I have in common. He was surprised and took out his tea urn from his schoolbag and gave it to me.

In this way, we are still the same thing, but he disappeared and no longer contacted.

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Enamel is easily damaged. In the process of knocking, my teapot left traces of time, and the days became solid in these tinkling sounds. So it gradually left my life and became the time in my memory. However, after years of precipitation, enamel is worth cherishing. It witnessed the beauty and reluctance of youth in my life. I am obsessed with its brightness as winter snow, its reality and its exclusive memory. Take me back to the warmth of that time.

The enamel precipitated by the years and the collision between these metals and porcelain have become an indelible impression in my memory.