· My secret base
· There is a pair of gloves under my pillow all the time. The color of these cotton gloves are black and white. They are more like woman’s gloves. Check pattern design are normal, we can see them everywhere. These gloves has stayed with me since I was in 8th grade in China, which was 4 years ago from now. These pair of gloves are my container of my memories. Since I first time got them, they always accompanies me every night. There are something I can not explain clearly between these gloves and me. They were birthday present but they don’t only have the meaning of birthday present for me. Most of the time I see them as a kind of spiritual ballast. If I have to describe them in a sense, they are nostalgia. I repose all my fine memories inside. People always have their bad days. Our hearts want to be placated when they are not strong enough. As if my gloves can give me strength, I can feel the warmth from them. Like there is a magic inside, it brings me out of the dark all the time. Even I have left the person who gave me the pair gloves half of the earth, I still feel the connection between us. Whatever the connection still exist or not, I can feel that emotion every time I see the gloves. That memory can not be relinquished forever. When I get old, I hope I can still see the scenes of those days when I am holding the pair of gloves.
