Chair Adventures (1)

"Hey, this old wooden chair has been following me for a few years, and I will send him to the chair recycling factory tomorrow." In the moonlight, the grandfather sighed alone. The "old wooden chair" in the grandfather's mouth is me. I am a carved old wooden chair. I heard that my grandfather would send me to the recycling factory. I was really reluctant.

The next day, I took a big truck and “moved” to my “new home” – the chair recycling factory. "Hey! Man, you are the new chair!" Suddenly, the purple sofa pressed against me touched my armrest with the cotton that had popped up. I looked up and saw that the sofa was ruined. The body was "scarred" everywhere, and several holes were broken. The springs and cotton in the sofa were all exposed. "Yes, I am the carved old wood." Chair," I replied. "You are hitting good luck in the first place. Listen to the old rattan chair next to you. There is a sly principal to buy a wooden chair as a new student's chair tomorrow. You can be transformed and watched when you come! It has been a circle chair for several years!" It pointed to the old circle chair placed in the corner of the factory. The old circle chair has worn out several corners, and only half of the body is left. The body is covered with dust, and it is waiting for yourself to be worker. Reconstruction, "It has been a long time no one cares about him. Do you know what would be the result if we didn't use it?" The old sofa sighed and looked in the direction of the old circle chair.

Then there was a cruel side. A middle-aged worker who smoked a cigarette came in. He inadvertently noticed the old circle chair at the corner. "Hey, I haven't noticed you for a long time, actually still here, rest assured, you will have a companion right away!" The worker took the ring chair in his hand, threw away the smoke that was about to burn out, stepped on the ground and walked into another work room in the factory. It was a deserted place, and the surroundings were very quiet. He only heard the workers wearing The sound of the big rain boots on the ground, and then the sound of the "squeaky" sound of the machine inside, we all know what happened. Some of the chairs between us were deeply sympathetic to the old circle chair and gave a sympathy: "Hey, he is a companion, with the pile of rubbish." "Poor, for so many years, still not being Transformation."...

I looked at the factory in a daze, my heart was lonely, how pitiful the chairs in the recycling factory were, how worthy of pity, their experience really deserved us to be pitiful, my heart was empty, remembering before, evening At this time, every time the grandfather will lie on me, covered with a small blanket, and think back to the past. Occasionally, the grandfather will also hold an old book and read it carefully. How much I miss Grandpa!

Gradually, a burst of sleepiness came to me, and the sleepy defeated the thoughts. On a cold night, I fell asleep by my companion...