爸爸的泡菜坛子
The pickle jar as far back as I can remem-ber sat on the floor in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and throw his coins into the jar.
As a small boy I was always fascinated by the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then, the fuller the jar, the duller the sound.
泡菜坛子
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2021-06-11(万方平台首次上网日期,不代表论文的发表时间)
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