I am beautiful, wearing a dark coat, showing my slender figure to the fullest, and there is an arc handle on my head, which makes me look a little different. But among my many brothers and sisters, I am just a small role. In the store where we live together, the world is monotonous, because we only have two colors, blue and black, so our world has only two colors. I often long for a rich world. In fact, I am really lucky, because I left my big family and entered a new world soon.
My first teacher was the first college student after the founding of New China. He studied hard through the cold window and became the first local peasant child to walk out of the mountains. The whole village was very happy to see him off, and everyone chipped in to buy me a precious gift. I was a good baby at that time, so my master cherished me and put me in one of his wooden boxes. Don't want to use me at ordinary times. Only when it rains heavily will the host take me out carefully. On this day, the host was about to go out when it suddenly rained cats and dogs. My master took me out, and I went out with him happily. In the rain, I spread my arms as far as possible to shelter my master from the wind and rain. Along the way, I met many former brothers and sisters. We greeted each other happily and looked at their smiling faces. I think they must think the same as me. We are no longer the goods displayed in the store, but playing our role for the host. This feeling is really good!
When I got home, my master picked me up carefully, shook me dry and let me stand in the corner. I was just about to dry myself with a dry cloth. At this time, a relative of my master's hometown came to visit him. As soon as he entered the door, the old man casually put what he had brought next to me. Hehe, what is this? I looked at him curiously. He looks like me, but ... Oh, he is an oil-paper umbrella! It is made of paper soaked in oil, and the oil paper is supported by a thick stick. The whole skeleton is also made of sawdust, which looks simple and heavy. It seems that this is an old-timer of our umbrella family. I respectfully say hello to the old-timer Unexpectedly, the old-timers are very talkative, and we soon got excited. The old-timers really know a lot. He told me that my predecessors were all "foreign umbrellas" before the liberation of New China. Because of the low productivity in China at that time, their clothes and fabrics had to be imported from abroad. Just like "foreign fire" and "foreign lantern" at that time, these words all showed the backwardness of the national strength of old China. However, after the founding of New China, this situation changed radically soon. China no longer needs to rely on foreign countries, and my older generation quietly withdrew from the historical stage in the alternation of the old and the new. It's our turn to have our own proud name-"cloth umbrella"! Listening to this doyen's words, recalling the history of our umbrella family over the years and witnessing the great changes everywhere after the founding of New China, I couldn't help laughing and falling asleep. In my dream, a group of foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes are giving us thumbs up!
As the days go by, I will be eighty years old in a blink of an eye, and I still serve my master without regrets. During this period, I happily witnessed the gratifying changes in my host family. Children are born one after another, and the house has been changed several times, and the area is getting bigger and bigger. Once "rare" household appliances such as color TV and refrigerator moved into the new house, and I also got a new partner, which is my master's little daughter's new umbrella. It has a nice name-folding umbrella. As the name implies, when you want to use an umbrella, open it with your hand and the handle will be pulled out one by one; When not in use, the umbrella handle can be folded into a small umbrella, which is very convenient to carry. Young master likes that umbrella very much. I also envy my "little brother", you know, its appearance represents that I am a little "behind the times". However, what moved me was that other children in the host family still cherished me.
However, times are changing so fast. Umbrellaists have also undergone new changes with the great changes of the times. Before long, other children in the host family also had folding umbrellas one after another. The difference is that the color of the umbrella is better than the black umbrella used by the owner's little daughter. Red, yellow and purple ... If people come out with umbrellas in rainy days, the whole street looks like colorful flowers. How beautiful!
Of course, I no longer seem to be the children's favorite in the dark, so I have to return to my first master. Sometimes, the host puts us all in a cupboard, and there are many young people in it. Looking at their beautiful colors and small shapes, I have a deep sense of inferiority, just like black and white TV sees big color TV, ceiling fan sees air conditioning, and tape recorder sees stereo. ...
How time flies! Not long after I went out, I was taken out by my master again. Walking in the street, I couldn't believe my eyes. Our umbrella family has changed so much! In the past, the monotonous blue-black tone and unified style did not exist at all. On the contrary, my heavy body makes me "worried", but I only feel ridicule in the burning eyes coming from the road. I stole a look at the umbrella beside me. They are very light-each umbrella is thinner than paper; They are dazzling-every color is colorful; They are beautiful-each pattern is rich and varied; They are unique-every umbrella is a legend. ...
Look at all kinds of umbrellas in the street: transparent, single-layer and double-layer; Automatic and manual; Square and round. Each style proudly announces its existence to me, with their owner's smiling face like flowers as the background and the tallest building as the background. My original pride disappeared in their eyes as early as ...
When I got home, I was alone in the corner, feeling sad and wondering about the changes in my umbrella home over the years. Suddenly, my long-standing head looked up again: I can't always count on me in the world. My descendants are not only the "new generation" of our umbrella family, but also witnesses to the changes of our motherland. Doesn't their appearance represent the ever-changing scientific and technological innovation and progress of the motherland? I should be happy!
Thought of here, I smiled happily! There seems to be a picture in front of me: I am quietly displayed in the museum, quietly listening to the commentator tell people about the change of the umbrella and the story of the times. ...