平生真还没见过价值不菲的名壶,但见过不少惜壶如命者。小时候有一邻里老者,退休居家,喜执握一壶,夏日解暑渴,冬日兼暖手,整天拿个壶像小媳妇似地捧着。老者上下把摸的也是长期体力劳动之后的糙手,时日长了,人益老,壶却变得珠圆玉润的。有一天不小心,手里的宝贝被家里小的打碎,天大的绞痛袭胸,看老者神情,似都有“打死小儿还我壶”的心思。当然重重的几条帚是不能免的,打死小儿还是不行的。壶没了,手空落落的,心也一样,不得已,只得去陶器店里再淘一壶, Hirai true have not seen the name of the pot of great value, but seen a lot of pot as the lifeguard. When I was young, I had a man in the neighborhood, a retired home, a pot of hi gras, summer thirst, winter and warm hands, holding a pot like a little daughter-in-law all day. The old man touches the hand after the long-term manual labor is also a long time, people benefit the old, but the pot has become Yu Yu Yun. One day careless, the hands of the baby was a small break at home, big cramps attacking the chest to see the old man look, it seems that there is “Kill children in my pot ” mind. Of course, a few heavy broom is inevitable, killing children or not. Kettle gone, empty hands, the same heart, last resort, had to pottery shop Amoy another pot,