父亲的红漆木箱,松木剖制,做工考究;红漆油面,色泽鲜艳。父亲的红漆木箱,不大。矩形打制,一米见长,一尺见宽,两尺见高。它是纯属于父亲的私人物品,时刻挂着一把只有父亲才能打开的精致小锁,里面锁着什么,无人留意,也无从知晓。父亲起居在哪,它便相伴在哪,不离左右。也许只有心底隐藏的秘密才能永久锁住,不想让人知晓的珍藏久远。但凡呈现在外的,总要有所痕迹,尽管,小木箱曾长时期锁住父亲的心事,最终还是要被揭开。 Father’s red paint wooden box, pine cuttings, exquisite workmanship; red paint oil, bright color. Father’s red painted wooden box, not large. Rectangular, one meter long, one foot wide, two feet high. It is a purely personal belongings of the father, always hanging with a fine little lock that only his father can open, which locked, no one noticed, nor knew. Where is my father living, it will accompany where, not far from. Perhaps only the hidden secrets of the heart can be permanently locked, do not want people to know the collection of long. Whenever it is presented, there must always be traces of it. Although the small wooden box has long locked his father’s mind, he will eventually have to be opened.