Lost Toys
The sculptor has a 12-year-old son.
Dad gave him his son was to make a few pieces of toys, sculptor never promised, would only say: try your own hands can not do? Her son is very angry very angry. But over time, he fail to beat the father, will no longer beg, struggle, try to make them according to their own imagination.
Originally, the sculptor of the son’s “work” No matter did not ask, laissez-faire. Children are often Zaochu some bizarre things, he is very happy, but soon tired of re-production.
In order to better their own system of toys, children begin to pay attention his father’s work, often stood in Taiwan while watching his father how to use various tools, and then imitate the application of toy making. Her father never explained to him what is still laissez-faire.
A year later, the child seemed to initially grasp a number of manufacturing practices, and toys were made so looks somewhat like an appearance. At this time, my father occasionally pointing 12. But the stubborn temper, the child has never been the father’s words seriously, its own way, their own entertainment, the father is not angry.
Another year, the child’s skills have markedly improved, can be arbitrarily tinkering with all kinds of human and animal shapes, the child often their own “masterpiece” show to show people, attracted a lot of praise. But the sculptor is always faint smile, and do not care like.
Suddenly one day, the children kept in the studio all the missing toys in! He was very much surprised and bewildered! Father said: “The thieves may have been to last night.” No way a child, only to re-create.
Six months later, studio once again stolen! Daughter was very sad and decided to move into their own bedroom, all the toys; but his father does not allow that would be dirty house. Another six months, the studio also stolen. So many times, children have gradually grown into a juvenile. His father was suspected that some mischief: Why does not see his father for the theft from surprised to prevent it?
One night by chance, his son returned from abroad to the Middle, see studio lights lit, then sneak peep at the window: Father Beizhao Shou, in the sculpture before the pacing, watching. A moment, the father seemed to make some decisions, one turned around, picked up an ax, the majority of his works played smashes! Then, these broken clods piled together, put the water, re-, and into the mud. Children stood puzzled out the window. At this time, he saw his father went up to him before the batches of toys! I saw my father pick up the toys to scrutinize every moment, but also with the cheek & Veg them, like kissing like! Then, the father threw his son all of the home-made toys mix mud pile up!
When his father back when the son had been standing behind him, staring at a pair of angry eyes! Father some shame, gently stroking his son’s face, he muttered: “I is not, oh, because, and only destroyed the poor, we can create better.”
Another ten years, the father and son were at home and abroad with the works of many awards.