How to write an essay about bowls

My porcelain bowl has not been replaced for a long time. The white base and light blue florals are not very stunning, but they look very homely. I have been dipped in chubby rice sticky rice, served in seafood soup that tastes endlessly, filled with mouth-watering braised chicken, touched with bamboo chopsticks, beaten with an iron spoon, and poured with lemon-flavored dishwashing liquid. , day after day, year after year, my bowl contains all the flavors of life.

The clothes become worn out and the cars are driven, the more problems there are. However, bowls are always new with regular use. I heard people say that porcelain is polished with many smooth pebbles when it comes out of the oven. The bowl is not only polished by pebbles, but also polished by life. Whether it is a delicious meal or leftovers, it is always the bowl that gives us the taste first. Oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar soak into the texture of the porcelain bowl, creating a smooth and translucent bowl with the passage of time. When picking up the bowl to eat, my eyes looked at the family members eating at the same table from the curved edge of the bowl. Some were eating slowly, some were gobbling it down, some were fond of spicy food, and some were fond of sweet food. Although the shapes were different, The rice is fragrant, and everyone's face is filled with happiness. When I was washing the dishes, I rubbed the edge of the small white bowl and couldn't help but think that life, like a bowl, is an endless circle.

Would there be such an invisible message in the empty rice bowl opposite the dining table: I came from afar and made a special train just to see you earlier and hold your warm hand, Sitting at the same table with you and eating, looking at each other, the chopsticks will touch each other when picking up the food. I want to taste whether your craftsmanship has improved, my wife.

But I'm sorry, I can't go home. The originally hot meal has become cold and hot, but you still can't wait for me. Is the small white bowl that I originally used to serve my rice now filled with your tears?