Losing it is the only way to know how valuable it is

Don't think it's valuable until after you lose it, then it's already too late. Many high school students feel y about this topic, so let's enjoy the essay "Loss is precious only after it is lost"!

People go high, water flows low. The pursuit and hope is the goal of people's struggle and the source of strength, but the high goals and ordinary life compared, people began to upset, began to dislike have too little; until nothing, full of gray hair, only to sigh once the life is how beautiful and valuable.

I have an uncle surnamed Jiang, he is to make soy sauce for a living, his craft now think must be very high. But I grew up eating Uncle Chiang's soy sauce, and I just knew it was good enough to jiao point for any dish, and didn't think it was very valuable.

It wasn't until I moved away from my hometown that I started using soy sauce from the supermarket. The first time I tasted that kind of fresh sour soy sauce, I hurriedly asked if it was too long put bad. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and I was so happy to see that I was able to get the best out of it," he said.

After that time, I never used soy sauce again. However, the flavor of Uncle Jiang's soy sauce always echoed in my mind, and I felt that what Uncle Jiang made was much more expensive than the ones in supermarkets and mass-produced ones. It is a legacy of traditional skills, created to satisfy people's taste buds, and it represents not only a condiment, but also a respect for traditional culture and an admiration for ancient wisdom. Sometimes I feel that Uncle Jiang is very much like his soy sauce. He is thin and dark, but has no small strength and gentle smile, and his life is also very plain and simple, focusing on his work. And his soy sauce is purer in color, stronger in aroma and plain in taste. Soy sauce under high-speed production has been added with too many other impurities: all kinds of spices and all kinds of things to enhance the freshness, instead of making the original bean flavor fade.

Sure enough, it is only when this deliciousness is lost that I realize how wonderful and valuable it used to be, and fortunately I can go back to my hometown and take a few more bottles with me to go, and enjoy her mellow beauty again, but most of the things that are lost can never be found again.

I sometimes think that if Uncle Jiang grows old one day, I may not really be able to enjoy the soy sauce he made; or maybe this unique skill, like too many traditional cultures, is gradually being sunk and buried? Perhaps the country did make many efforts to save them, but who will notice this insignificant family of unique soy sauce?

Like theater, those young people mixed ancient operas into trendy songs, and I wonder if that's a botch-up? I'm not sure if they are doing this because they really want to spread the ancient culture or to make a name for themselves by borrowing the master's fame, but those songs are like the soy sauce in the supermarket that is too adulterated and loses its original flavor, making those who are addicted to the old days sigh.

What has disappeared is still disappearing, as everything should be. People pass on and promote more of what they love and what they can see and touch. And of course be thankful for the ? Loss? , it is because of its constant reminder, people think of the soon-to-be-sunken merchant ships still have some treasures left, and powerful characters will want to salvage them, and people who are attracted to the ship will want to stay on board, treating the ship that almost disappeared forever as something valuable, patching the visible holes and letting it sail far away once again.

Text | Hu Xiaodie

Public number: Surabaya Wenxin

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