On my 21st birthday, my mom gave me a pair of bangles (手镯). These family1were given to my mom by my grandma. The bangles were2, for those stones on the bangles were in the shape of leaves and birds.
I3the bangles carefully and found one of them had its stones out. I wanted to get them repaired and went out.4, when l got to the shop I found I had5the bangles. I felt very sad.
I6the city soon after, but the memory of the bangles7troubled me. Twenty years later, I was again in the city. One day, I saw a young salesgirl8the same bangles as I had lost, so I asked her9she got them. She said, "They are the best gift from my father, and they carry good memory between us. Do you know them?" "They look just the same as10!" I replied. Then I told her the11about the bangles. Hearing what I said, she felt12. She hesitated for a while and started13her bangles. I stopped her and said, "They should belong to you. I know the14of losing things given by the loved ones."
I lost my valuable gift, but I passed15down to others. That was the real meaning of the bangles.
