父亲一生特别珍视那架老式算盘。紫檀木制作,珠子光滑圆润,又黑又亮,打起来噼里啪啦,发出声声脆响,简直是一种优美的乐音,悦耳,动听。父亲从70年代开始担任会计。那时候,他经常是一把算盘不离身,遇上算账,他准会拿出那架檀木算盘,接着就是一阵噼里啪啦。人们公认,父亲算起账来,快,准确。父亲的精打快算,虽没给我们带来一个好的家境,但那架檀木算盘,毕竟是身份的象征,代表着知识和能力。儿时不太懂事的我,总喜欢去拨弄父亲的算盘。有一次,趁他不在时,我用小刀在算盘上刻字。父亲回来,一个箭步冲上来,用力地一把夺下算盘。接下来的事情可想而知,我痛在屁股,父亲痛在心里。 My father cherished the old abacus. Rosewood made of beads smooth and sleek, dark and bright, playing crackling, making noise, it is simply a beautiful music, sweet and pleasant. My father has been accounting since the 1970s. At that time, he was often an abacus without a break, in case of a loss, he would come up with that ebony abacus, followed by a crackling. It is accepted that his father counted accounts, fast and accurate. His father’s quick calculation, although did not bring us a good family, but that frame of sandalwood abacus, after all, is a symbol of identity, representing knowledge and ability. Childhood I do not know how to always fiddle with my father’s abacus. Once, while he was away, I used a knife to write on the abacus. My father came back, a stride rushed up, forced to seize the abacus. The next thing can be imagined, I hurt in the ass, my father hurt in my heart.